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From: | Clem Elkins |
Subject: | [Ci-development] charter seduction |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 12:53:54 +0200 |
Soif I cant have a real baby, Ill have to bring you
up. No, but they say hes a good bright young fellow. Swiftly, smoothly, he made
intravenous injection of the antitoxin,and stood expectant. Silva the healer bulked
in theroom, crowding out Gottlieb the inhuman perfectionist.
Wiggs ofthe Cabbage Patch, which both of them
esteemed a very fine tale. He vaulted over the side, cranked thecar, and dashed into
Leopolis. Say, Doc, I wish youd take a look at my foot.
Winter, a hoary man with a sympathetic bass voice,
before hewas admitted to the consultation-room. His first joy passed into
fretfulness, and he could haveyelped at the stillness, the inactivity. Martin
worried as he took outhis clinical thermometer and gave it a professional-looking
shake.
He furiously cranked theFord, banged and clattered
past the station and into the wheatprairie. He was consciousof his own mean
vocabulary. Barren of her companionship, there would be nothing he wantedto do,
nowhere to go.
It was, he decided, laryngeal croup or
diphtheria.
Bert hadgiven her so many directions that she had
refused to drive thefamily Overland.
He went at it as hehad gone at
bacteriology.
He was consciousof his own mean vocabulary. Do you
think youre the onlydoctor that ever lost a patient?
On impulse Martindrove down to call on
him.
He stood and worried; he drowned in sleepiness
andshook himself awake. He crawled past her lamentations and the mans sorrow and
drovehome, empty of heart.
Even ifhe turns out to be a girl, darn him! IIIHe
had brought from Zenith his own Ochsner surgical case. He furiously cranked theFord,
banged and clattered past the station and into the wheatprairie. Well, Im too lazy
to look up a new husband.
I suppose you get your biggest competition from
Silzer, Doctor?
I got more important things to don talk about you,
he cackled.
The village adored, TheYoung Doc is quite some
driver, all right.
He was consciousof his own mean
vocabulary.
It was, he decided, laryngeal croup or diphtheria.
Why didnt you give your mind to it and manage to cure hersomehow?
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