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a mile from her bedside—that her case is very much like one that a college friend of mine has just helped. For years he's been making this sort of thing a special study. I've kept in touch with him, and studied, too, in a way. And from what I hear—but I want to see the girl!"
John Pendleton came erect in his chair.
"You must see her, man! Couldn't you—say, through Dr. Warren?"
The other shook his head.
"I'm afraid not. Warren has been very decent, though. He told me himself that he suggested consultation with me at the first, but—Miss Harrington said no so decisively that he didn't dare venture it again, even though he knew of my desire to see the child. Lately, some of his best patients have come over to me—so of course that ties my hands still more effectually. But, Pendleton, I've got to see that child! Think of what it may mean to her—if I do!"
"Yes, and think of what it will mean—if you don't!" retorted Pendleton.
"But how can I—without a direct request from her aunt?—which I'll never get!"
"She must be made to ask you!"
"How?"
"I don't know."
"No, I guess you don't—nor anybody else.
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