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Doctor Renton came into the room, bearing in his arms a great bunch of roses.
"From your mother," he said; "she came round with them this morning. She wanted to come with me."
"And why didn't she?" I felt my eyes kindle.
"You know," he replied with a shrug.
"Peter is a beast!" I said.
He smiled.
"You are evidently better. I am glad to find you downstairs. How did you manage the removal?"
I described it fully, and he laughed.
"That girl of yours is a brick. I should keep her."