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Dr. Little sat down with a grieved sigh, unfolded his napkin, and accepted Miss Ellison’s sympathy as though it were his just and sovereign due. He still had a 佛山桑拿一条龙服务 vision of freckles and sandy hair, and echoes of an aggressive voice that revived memories of the dame school he had attended when in frocks.
“What a morning you must have had! It is nearly two.”
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“Is the memory so poignant?”
“Poignant! And she has freckles the size of pease. Ugh! I wonder why it is that one’s patients always seem to conspire against one by being mulish and irritating all on the same day?”
“Something in the air, perhaps. Poor man!”
“Poor man, it is, I assure you, when you have had a series of cantankerous old ladies to blarney. I wonder if I might have a glass of sherry? Oh, don’t bother, let me get it.”
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“How much, a tumblerful?”
She bent over him as she poured out the wine, the gold chain she wore 佛山夜生活约炮 dangling against his cheek.
“Thanks. Three fingers. How angelic a thing is woman!”
“Even when she has freckles and straw-colored hair?”
“Forbear, forbear. Ah, now I began to revive a little.”
He drank the wine, wiped his mustache, and leaned back in his chair as though to reflect on the natural philosophy of life. Madge Ellison entered into the system as a pleasing and satisfactory protoplasmic development. To this bachelor, who already showed a tendency to plumpness below the heart, she was bracketed with good wine, nine-penny cigars, and well-cooked dishes, a thing pleasant to look at and pleasant perhaps to taste.
“How is Mrs. Steel?”
Cutlets and new pease were pushed aside. Dr. Little helped himself generously to sponge custard, his eyes fixed affectionately upon the dish.
“I am rather worried about Betty.”
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changed greatly after a few magical passes with a spoon and fork.
“I wish you would go up and see her after lunch.”
“Anything to oblige a lady who can show no freckles. What is the woe? A cold in the head?”
Madge Ellison had returned to her chair, and was rocking it gracefully to and fro on two legs. She might have posed as a living metronome marking the rhythm for the epicure’s busy spoon.
“How frivolous you doctors are!”
Dr. Little wiped a streak of custard from his mustache with his dinner napkin.
“It is my hour of relaxation. Haven’t you heard the tale of the two bishops who played leap-frog at the end of a church conference. But, to be serious, what are the symptoms?”
“She seems rather feverish and has a sore throat. I noticed something that 佛山桑拿小姐服务视频 looked like herpes on her lip.”
“Herpes, eh? Will she let me see her?”
“I’ll run up and ask.”
“Thanks. Is the paper reposing anywhere? Oh, don’t bother. On the window-sill? Thanks, much obliged.”
And he propped the paper against the decanter, and so consoled himself with the happy facility of a bachelor.
Betty Steel, in a richly laced dressing-jacket, was sitting up in bed with Persian Mignon in her lap.
“Bring the man up, dear, if it will give you any satisfaction. Any news in the town?”
Madge Ellison sat down and chatted for five minutes, while the cat purred under Betty’s hand.
“I saw Kate Murchison in Castle Gate this morning.”
“No; being convoyed by the Canoness.”
Betty Steel’s mouth curved into a sneer.
“A most respectable connection. Did you see any blue ribbon about?”