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Then she happened to glance down. She gasped. Her glove . . . the back of her left hand the hand she'd used to wipe away the cat-spit why a big hole had appeared in the center of the gold fabric and even the metal. zoloft online Objectionable as a means of preparing nerves for any fresh trial. He also expected the patient to assist in small operations as he considered them and to restrain all demonstrations during the process. "Here my man just hold it this way while I look into it a bit " he said one day to Fitz G. putting a wounded arm into the keeping of a sound one and proceeding to poke about among bits of bone and visible muscles in a red and black chasm made by some infernal machine of the shot or shell description. Poor Fitz held on like a grim Death ashamed to show fear before a woman till it grew more than he could bear in silence; and after a few smothered groans he looked at me imploringly as if he! said "I wouldn't ma'am if I could help it " and fainted quietly away. Dr. P. looked up gave a compassionate sort of cluck and poked away more busily than ever with a nod at me and a brief--"Never mind; be so good as to hold this till I finish. " I obeyed cherishing the while a strong desire to insinuate a few of his own disagreeable knives and scissors into him and see how he liked it. A very disrespectful and ridiculous fancy of course; for he was doing all that could be done and the arm prospered finely in his hands. But the human mind is prone to prejudice; and though a personable man speaking French like a born "Parley voo " and whipping off legs like an animated guillotine I must confess to a sense of relief when he was ordered elsewhere; and suspect that several of the men would have faced a rebel battery with less trepidation than they did Dr. P. when he came briskly in on his morning round. As if to give us the pleasures of contrast Dr. Z. succeeded him who I th! ink suffered more in giving pain than did his patients in enduring it; for he often paused to ask: "Do I hurt you?" and seeing his solicitude the boys invariably answered: "Not much; go ahead Doctor " though the lips that uttered this amiable fib might be white with pain as they spoke. Over the dressing of some of. daw5daw5757uocienyuh84drtgr545