We'll try this afternoon, in our little hospital here.

I wish my old preceptor were here; but Annie will help me all she can, and I'll do my very best." "I'm quite ready." "I don't know whether or not to be glad that you have no curiosity about your own case," he said presently.
"That only shows you how helpless I am.

I have no choice.

I have lost my own identity." "Didn't your doctor back in Cleveland tell you anything about what was wrong with your eyes ?" "He said at first it was retinal; then he said it was iritis.

He didn't like to answer any questions." "The old way--adding to all the old mummeries of the most mumming of all professions--medicine! That dates back to bats' wings and toads' livers as cure for the spleen.