Then her mind reverted to her visitor’s words, and a cloud of trouble sat upon her brow.
“What can it mean?” she mused. “And I so helpless here!” she sighed at last; “compelled to hear everything from others, unable to do anything but lie here and think.”
Volume Three—Chapter Three.
Moredock Writes a Note.
“He’s took to it—he’s took to it!” muttered Moredock, as he scratched one side of his nose with the waxy end of his pipe.
“Ah, it’s wonderful what a many doctors do take to it, and gallop theirselves off with it. Begins with a drop to keep ’em up sometimes, I s’pose, and then takes a little more and a little more.”
The old man sat smoking and musing over a visit he had just had from North.
“I don’t like it,” he said to himself. “He mayn’t be quite right some day when I call him in, and then it may be serious for me; I don’t like it at all.