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Excerpt from The Second Son, Vol. 3 of 3
To think, during the turmoil and horrible pause which ensued, which might have lasted, SO far as he knew, a day or ten minutes, in which Roger was examined by a grave doctor, who said little, and was then painfully trans ported to his own rooms and laid on his own bed. He had not recovered consciousness for a moment, nor did he during the long, terrible night which followed, in the course of which Edmund sat like a man paralysed, within Sight of the motionless figure, for which there was nothing to be done, none of those cares which keep the watcher from despair. The doctor had sent in a nurse, who, after vainly endeavouring to induce Edmund to withdraw (''for he doesn''t know you, or any one, nor won''t, perhaps, ever again, poor gentleman! And what''s the good of wearing yourself out, when you can do nothing for him?'' She had said, with that appalling reasonableness which kills), had herself retired to the next room, provident, as her class always are, of the rest which would be so needful to her, In face of whatever might occur to demand her watchfulness afterwards. Her words, her look, made.
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To think, during the turmoil and horrible pause which ensued, which might have lasted, SO far as he knew, a day or ten minutes, in which Roger was examined by a grave doctor, who said little, and was then painfully trans ported to his own rooms and laid on his own bed. He had not recovered consciousness for a moment, nor did he during the long, terrible night which followed, in the course of which Edmund sat like a man paralysed, within Sight of the motionless figure, for which there was nothing to be done, none of those cares which keep the watcher from despair. The doctor had sent in a nurse, who, after vainly endeavouring to induce Edmund to withdraw (''for he doesn''t know you, or any one, nor won''t, perhaps, ever again, poor gentleman! And what''s the good of wearing yourself out, when you can do nothing for him?'' She had said, with that appalling reasonableness which kills), had herself retired to the next room, provident, as her class always are, of the rest which would be so needful to her, In face of whatever might occur to demand her watchfulness afterwards. Her words, her look, made.
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Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Mrs. Oliphant
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ISBN - 9780483480568
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.5 cm
Page Count - 268
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Mrs. Oliphant
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Page Count - 270
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