But the doctor rose, and stopped him with an air of fury,--

“Question my patient! Kill him, you mean! No! If I am to have the

wonderful good luck to pull him through, no one shall come near his bed

for a month. And, moreover, it will be very fortunate indeed if in a

month he is sufficiently recovered to keep up a conversation.”

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