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BOOK I
BOOK I - CHAPTER 1
_ I
IN the surgical ward of the Hope Hospital at Hanaford, a nurse was bending over a young man whose bandaged right hand and arm lay stretched along the bed.
His head stirred uneasily, and slipping her arm behind him she effected a professional readjustment of the pillows. "Is that better?"
As she leaned over, he lifted his anxious bewildered eyes, deep-sunk under ridges of suffering. "I don‘t s‘pose there‘s any kind of a show for me, is there?" he asked, pointing with his free hand--the stained seamed hand of the mechanic--to the inert bundle on the quilt.
Her only immediate answer was to wipe the dampness from his forehead; then she said: "We‘ll talk about that to-morrow."
"Why not now?"
"Because Dr. Disbrow can‘t tell till the inflammation goes down."
"Will it go down by to-morrow?"
"It will begin to, if you don‘t excite yourself and keep up the fever."
"Excite myself? I--there‘s four of ‘em at home----"
"Well, then there are four reasons
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