She had been built
for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at
eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these
unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and
threatened to ruin her temper. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation
that was more sickly than refreshing. "
The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes
and a gentle mouth. She's headed for America. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means
inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he
desired. It was a letter. She wanted
his attention, but so did everyone else. He did not care whether the stories
were accepted or not. ”
Mrs.
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