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The Tides of Barnegat

CHAPTER VIII
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She had expected just such a refusal Nothing that she ever planned for his advancement did he agree to.
"Why not ?" she asked, with some impatience.
"The new hospital is about finished, and I am going to take charge of it." "Do they pay you for it ?" she continued, in an incisive tone.
"No, I don't think they will, nor can.

It's not, that kind of a hospital," answered the doctor gravely.
"And you will look after these people just as you do after Fogarty and the Branscombs, and everybody else up and down the shore, and never take a penny in pay!" she retorted with some indignation.
"I am afraid I will, mother.

A disappointing son, am I not?
But there's no one to blame but yourself, old lady," and with a laugh he rose from his seat, Jane's letter in his hand, and kissed his mother on the cheek.
"But, John, dear," she exclaimed in a pleading petulance as she looked into his face, still holding on to the sleeve of his coat to detain him the longer, "just think of this letter of Pencoyd's; nothing has ever been offered you better than this.

He has the very best people in Philadelphia on his list, and you would get--" The doctor slipped his hand under his mother's chin, as he would have done to a child, and said with a twinkle in his eye--he was very happy this morning: "That's precisely my case--I've got the very best people in three counties on my list.

That's much better than the old doctor." "Who are they, pray ?" She was softening under her son's caress.
"Well, let me think.


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