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“Look here, Forge,” cried a young surgeon angrily, when he came through the train a quarter-hour later, “what the devil did you say to that Theddon girl that she should come back, lock herself in her compartment and shed tears all over the place? The nurses up front are all talking about it.”
“Say to her? Tears? Me? Why, I didn’t say anything to her. Is she weeping?”
“I said so, didn’t I? What the devil’s happened, anyhow? Have you ever known her before?”
“From the beginning of the world, old man!”
“You’re bughouse!” snapped the doctor. “You haven’t come out of the ether. The beginning of the world! Night before last you were seeing stars. You’re a nut! Jack, where’s that morphine? Give this coot another shot!”