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I was very happy when they gave me the care of the convalescent children's ward at Kotum.

But alas, I have just been brought back to the North Ormsby Hospital, and I'm sitting

up tonight with a poor man who has got concussion.

He alarms me by getting up and trying to get out, and he is distracted and not himself

so that it is useless speaking to him.

It is so cold at night that although sitting by the fire I am shivering, I have put a

pold us on my patient and hope when it takes effect there would be an improvement.

I do hope he won't die, for I am the only sister here.

I'm feeling rather apprehensive altogether because Mother Teresa has asked to see me tomorrow.

I have been parading all my shortcomings through my mind, wondering which it is that

trouble is her most.

You sent for me, Mother?

Yes, Sister.

You know I am sure about the work we have been doing at the Kotum Hospital in Warsaw.

Yes, Mother.

Mary has sent me a telegraph message to say that she is ill.

She has asked for a reliefness.

It is a rule of our order that novices should not be employed upon any external work.

Yes, Mother.

Except when we are very hard pressed to supply what is needed.

As we are now, I am sending you to Warsaw, Sister.

I believe at first that you were very distressed by some of the cases you had to miss.

You have overcome that.

But you must be prepared to find Warsaw, more taxing mentally, physically and spiritually

too than anything you have had to face yet.

It is an accident hospital.

Warsaw has 13 blast furnaces and 39 colliries.

Accidents are frequent.

The hospital premises are dreadfully inadequate, converted from a shop.

Have you ever visited the Black country?

It is Black.

There has been great hostility shown towards our sisters.

So you must not expect to be loved.

Are you confident that you can undertake the task?

With God's help, I think so, Mother.

You will not go as a novice, but as a nursing sister.

One of our sisters will find your habit for you.

Here is a train this afternoon at half past five.

Come and see me before you leave.

Thank you, Mother.

Sister, you may find many necessary things in short supply.

But however hard conditions may be, you will not run short of our prayers.

Thank you, Mother.

You told me this is Warsaw, is it?

Oh, normal.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Sir, it is a brown horse.

Thank you.

Is it the next station in the dark? It is so difficult to see the stations.

It is a shelf field resort, then Warsaw.

Hey.

Hey, you.

My business here got a Warsaw.

Piked up, will you, man?

The ease of it, Britney, Stolten.

I'm going to nurse at the Korty Hospital.

That's it. One of them, uh, sisters of misery.

You best get back home.

I should tell, will you?

You should get home.

I get you in that hospital.

Coming, laces, no charge, of course.

That's why they want your body to experiment.

And the sisters of misery.

Don't let you out, till they've saved your bleeding soul.

You're not enough of that, Jack.

Well, I should know what's expected of it.

The company rousing the sorter, a bloody five-inch.

He could make a sure.

For a girl and find was the word boys, till the Warsaw men saw dirt.

But that spirit would be proud.

Jack, that's a fine voice you've got there.

Now, don't go walking on it, till I tell you.

You're managing all right, are you, sister?

Yes, thank you, doctor, very well.

I'll be throwing the ward if you want me for anything.

Thank you.

There you are.

Now, l had it kept you in bed here, if we had a bed to spare.

But l'll get a cab to take you home.

And I'll come and visit you in a day or two to see how you're getting along.

You. Visit me.

Well, you wouldn't want a hop all the way here, which...

You don't recognize me, do you?

I'm the bloke that swore at you on the train.

A few weeks back.

Yes, l knew that the moment they brought you in.

Well, l hope you've...

Well, at least.

No bones broken, then, miss.

Certainly none of mine. And thank goodness none of yours, either.

l think we must all agree the hospital has been put to its most severe test in the last week, best.

It's been stretched to the limits, would you say, don't you?

Beyond the limits, Mr. Chairman.

The casualties from the collapse of the race course stand made a critical difference, no doubt.

That and a very dismaying increase in industrial accidents.

Well, you can see from this list what the week has brought in.

Now, l should have added it at a railway worker brought in this morning, badly crushed by a runaway truck.

The most common accidents in the crowded workshops are from guillotine shears and the shafts and bands used for driving machinery.

It only needs a woman's shawl, or her hair, or a man's sleeve to get caught.

A boy apprentice was stripped of the skin, all but his boots.

But we managed to save his life.

Now, Mr. Welsh, you had the letter from Mr. Redfern Davis of Birmingham.

Yes, Mr. Chairman. He says he would be happy to undertake the duties of acting sergeant free of any fee or award.

Now, Mr. Davis is highly distinguished in many fields.

He has been surgeon to the Birmingham Workhouse in Firmry, and to the Children's Hospital there.

I need hardly put it to the committee that we should accept this generous offer immediately.

I agree. Well, you will convey our gratitude in the warmest possible terms, Mr. Welsh.

Mr. Chairman, may I mention the work of one of her sisters here, her sister Dora.

Her skill in the management of patients is really remarkable.

Such coolness and courage and common sense I've never before found combined in any woman.

And there are not nearly enough beds to take the cases that should be here.

We do what we can by visiting them, but the living conditions are frightful.

The other day I found in one room, a husband and wife, two children sick with smallpox.

A young man of 25 in the same bed with a daughter of 19, brother and sister.

And two more children on a truss of straw. No blankets, no sheets, no washing material.

Are you enough? Well, sister.

Sister.

Oh, I'm just a little bit shivering in here, Eddie.

You haven't been looking yourself all day, you know.

I'm not quite myself.

Oh, you better come with me, my dear.

We don't want you staying on duty for something wrong.

That's better, sister.

You're going to be yourself again now.

Who have I been with?

You must explain. I don't know who you are.

My name's Red Fern Davis.

You were taken ill on my first day here at the hospital.

Mr. Davis, I knew you were expecting.

And I've been with you.

Oh, Mr. Davis, I knew you were expecting.

And I've been ill, since they didn't have enough to cope with all the new since I've been.

Only when you tore up the sheets, which the hospital appears to be short of.

I did that.

You seem to think you were making bandages.

Oh, dear.

Is that how you first met me, a demented female tearing up sheets?

Do you know you've been very astute, taking the smallpox so lightly?

That'll make you a great asset if all social have a severe outbreak here after.

Thank you.

I was feeling so guilty.

Now I feel quite virtuous.

Very sensible.

In a day or two, I shall prescribe a moderate cause of conversation with a good doctor.

How would that do?

I was like to consult a patient about treatment.

Maybe it would suit me very well.

I shall look forward to it.

Say we should.

All right, Assistant.

Oh, the mouse.

Assistant, Dord!

What do you think you're doing?

My face isn't locked at all.

Sessingly it isn't I could have told you that.

You only had to ask.

I just thought I'd look.

I'm surprised at you.

I'll come back to bed at once.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll come back to bed at once.

There's so much I want to hear about it.

Harry Brint.

Now is he still making good progress?

He's quite up.

Oh, what's that?

What's going on?

We were rather expecting there might be trouble.

Don't let it disturb you.

Somebody has been busy spreading a rumor of hate this ritual going on here.

Is this to Elizabeth?

No, about it.

But why this window?

Well, since the curtains have been drawn while you've been ill,

they've decided this room is a poepish oratory.

Oh, the statue of the Virgin Mary wearing a crown.

Oh, what a silly...

They're not the only ones with imaginary enemies.

I wish I could speak.

Nice, still.

You seem to have a spokesman down there doing it for you.

I don't know what the hell you're going on about.

I'm not a lie, you've been told.

I know, because I heard what's right.

That's no worshipping idols, not such.

No statue of a saint there, but a real blessed saint in there.

Sister Daughters in there lying sick.

I'm fair disgusted on the lollaria.

Well, we were still different, Jack.

Well, I'm telling you different again, right?

The truth, instead of a pack of lies.

And I'll thank you all to go off quick and quiet.

I've been bloody ashamed of yourselves.

Come in.

Are you ready for conversation this morning, Sister?

More than ready.

Good.

Thank you.

Well, where shall we begin?

Do you fancy politics?

Philosophy?

History? Geology?

Harmless gossip?

Oh, now you're putting too big a strain on your poor patient.

Of course.

How about genetics?

Were there any medical practitioners in your ancestry?

None.

How do you count yourself?

Why should I?

Something decided the path I took?

Just as you decided the conversation.

God, for example?

For a very good example.

Supernatural selection doesn't convince me.

Then I shall have to remain a puzzle.

I made up my mind to nurse when I was six.

And when I was twelve, there was an outbreak of scarlet fever in our village.

An old woman I knew caught it, and one day I was passing her door,

and I thought, I must go in and see how she is.

She was all alone.

So I sent a message home saying I was going to stay the night.

And back came the answer you have gone without permission

to not come back to the war sent for.

I washed her and nursed her and read to her.

But she grew steadily worse, and the next night she died.

I don't go home without permission.

So I was all alone with an old woman who had died under my care.

I was tired and frightened and thinking over and over.

What more could I have done?

Longing to be shown and told.

And here I am, all those years later, still knowing only a fraction of what I need.

Must help this man in ignorance sedate, roll, darkling down the torrent of his fate.

The answer, I suppose, is on the home, yes?

There, with less ignorance, when Dr. Johnson first posed the question.

And whatever I've learned is yours for the asking.

You are kind, but in cautious.

I shall ask till you quite lose patience.

That sounds to me like a challenge.

And a challenge is what I most enjoy.

To thank the daughters of Satan!

Come on, get this!

That's it, once!

Oh, stop!

Now, calm down at once.

What's the point of us looking after you in a hospital if you go straight out and damage each other again?

Doesn't it seem to you ridiculous?

Ridiculous!

Now, look, you've both been under my care, and I will not have my good work spoiled,

because you two can't keep your tempers.

No, you're going to be sensible.

Yes, sister. Yes, sir.

I should help, sir.

Sister, you're warden, don't that.

Either one of them could have broken your arm as easy as he's back up by.

They could, but they didn't.

A compound fracture of the right arm.

It was caught in a rotary machine.

Metal dust and machine oil deep in the wound.

I'm afraid nothing can save that arm.

And putation, sister.

Sister, it's me right arm.

I never get work after.

Then what will become of the wife?

The kids.

Doctor.

Doctor, I believe I could save this man's arm if you let me try.

Nonsense.

Nonsense, not with that source of infection.

I believe I could do it.

Gangrene will set in in a few hours. If we don't amputate, we shall lose him.

Are you willing to let me try?

Then I will try.

With your permission, Doctor.

If you choose to have this young man's death on your hands, I shan't interfere.

But remember, it's your arm now.

I've finished with the business.

And don't come running to me, if I help.

Thank you, Doctor.

Five times.

Five times? What?

Five times you've changed the dressing.

Day and night.

Don't you never rest, sister?

A little sleep goes a long way with me.

Comfortable.

Yes, thanks.

Good.

I believe wounds were meant to heal themselves by nature.

Only we make it difficult with dirt and disturbance.

Let the rest clean bandages, clean water, and nature can do its work.

And a goodness.

And a good patient.

And a prayer for both of us before sleeping.

Heavenly Father, help us in our healing.

Bring our renewing strength to all our wounds of body and mind.

Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Amen.

I look in before morning in case you're not asleep.

Good night, Jim.

Good night, sister.

I wasn't expecting you this evening, Mr. Davis.

What are you doing here?

Making you some tea?

That's a delightful reason.

But not what a distinguished surgeon should be doing.

That depends for whom it's done.

Then Irish Labour, what's his name?

Patty.

I mean, of course it would be Patty.

He said to me this morning, sure, no, isn't Sister Dora like the Blessed Saints?

One look.

And she knew I was a bricklayer.

Since his clothes were covered with dust and I just taken a particle of brick out of his eye.

It was not remarkable.

You can't say you're a mere nursing sister after the way you rode rough shot over Dr. Bleton.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It was so important.

Do you think I did wrong?

By all standards of hospital etiquette and ethics?

A mutinyel.

Perhaps I should be more careful, the company I keep.

Who watched their night over the soldiers in America to prevent needless amputation in wounded lemons?

To find a bling, you think?

Perhaps we should share.

She had bling.

She had thoughts.

She had experience.

Anything you want.

What more can I want for that life, bringing you?

I'm sorry.

Good morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Doctor Bleton.

Good morning, Sister.

And a very pleasant one.

I'm glad of that. There's something I want you to do for me.

Yes?

Take a look at my arm.

Father, what have you done to it?

It's all that heavy lifting you get up to.

My arm, Doctor Burden.

You told me to remember that it was my arm now, Jim Cranston's arm.

Will you look at it for me?

I told you it was no use running to me.

I'm not running, Doctor Burden.

I'm trustfully asking a dear friend to be with me while I remove the bandages.

Rather late in the day to start being anxious, isn't it?

I knew how it would be.

Well, let's get on with it.

Good healthy scar tissue.

Good alignment of bones.

Upon my soul you've done it, Sister.

Look, I can move my fingers.

This stiff, but Sister says that'll wear off.

What do you think, Doctor?

She's saved it, man.

That'll be a useful arm to you for many a long year.

Well done.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

How much love?

You haven't been crying, have you?

Yes, I have.

In the middle of the ward.

In front of all the patients.

Oh, can you imagine anything more?

Can't be quite as good.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Nothing.

Nothing more than trophy.

No.

Don't let her.

What's been happening?

Oh.

I suddenly felt so good.

You know Bob Walker, the one that was brought back in here.

For fighting when he was drunk.

He sent him out, swarian.

Swearing at the top of his voice that he'd never touch a

of a drink again.

This evening he came back, cut, bleeding, and roaring drunk.

And by the waters of Babble and I sat down and wet.

Patients looked utterly bewildered.

As well they might.

Have you any brandy here?

For me, good gracious no, what a waste of supplies.

When do you live in your holiday?

On Friday.

The rest will one I hope.

I hope you won't.

With my sister and her two little children, they're such a job.

But you mustn't think I'm tired, I'm not.

I like to think it.

No, it was a twinge of despair for Bob Walker.

I like to think you'll need some attention.

My attention.

Some love.

My love.

Some life there wasn't all labor and duty.

Your own life.

How old life have you liked?

Dearest daughter, I'm asking you to marry me.

Nothing I've ever known has meant as much to me as that.

No one I've ever known has given me such strength and understanding.

Light over everything as you have.

Do you know that?

I hoped you could love me.

Yes.

And your answer?

Yes.

It must be us.

Oh surely, it must be us.

And they only happily ever after.

Or I think they did.

And if they did not, they were very silly donkeys and deserved to live on fissos for the rest of their days.

But I think they are she composing really at least on Sunday.

I hope they did.

Now up to bed.

Mary can read you till we come up to hear your prayers.

Quickly now.

Sure, on board.

Good girl. You can be.

Thank you for the story of Jorah.

Yes, darling. Thank you.

Good night. God bless.

Do you ever think how different our childhood was?

I sometimes think of it.

We were on a starvation diet, weren't we?

As far as affection was concerned.

What a craving it leaves.

Do you remember when we were young and we used to talk about what we'd be when we grew up?

And I said I'd be a nurse or a lady doctor.

And you said oh no.

I'll get married and have children.

And say it turned out.

For each of us, like magic wishes.

Oh, God's plan for us.

And yet something seems to be weighing on you.

I've felt it ever since you came.

Suddenly you plummet into a thought or a feeling.

Is there you hardly know where you are?

It's a long time since I used to puzzle over you.

Wondering whether you would ever get the sum right.

But surely you have.

Perhaps the equation still has to be solved.

Are you in love?

Yes.

I can help this young girl.

I'm not a reasonable being any longer.

Is it one of the doctors who seems so fond of you?

Yes.

Up here a hundred miles away from him I can...

think, breathe, stand.

Go who I am to some extent.

But when I'm with him, all this gives way.

My bones melt.

I heart trembles in my mouth and I tremble as I was all leaves and her branches.

There's a catalogue of symptoms for you.

Dora.

Dear.

I don't know what to say.

How should you?

Has he asked you to marry him?

Yes.

He has.

And yet you're tormenting yourself.

I would so gladly wish you joy.

Are you sure that you'd be happy to give up the work that you have made your life?

Oh.

How calculating you'll think me.

Yet how I want you to be at peace.

All right.

So do I.

So do I.

Thank you.

Oh, George.

Welcome back sister.

We've been watching the clock for you.

Oh, Mr. Dora.

Welcome.

Hello Mr. Haren.

I know you could do with some tea.

But before anything, could you just let them see your face round the door?

Just they know your back and can sleep happily.

I promised them they'd have a sight of you as soon as you said foot for the door.

Yes, of course. I couldn't sleep happily, I don't think.

Oh, well it ends. It's his wound healing.

When he heard you coming back his temperature went up,

Sister Elizabeth said just thinking and expecting.

That's too bad.

There she is.

Welcome back sister.

Thank you sir.

It's good to see you.

It's good to see you.

Hello, Wally.

I know what you've been thinking about today.

What's that then?

How to beat me at chess tomorrow.

Give it a thought like.

We've missed you, sister.

Oh, that smooth tongue of yours, Wally.

No, honest we have.

And for Mr Davis itself you hear it.

Cross head to him.

I said, y'all missing a two doctor I can tell.

And he said, that's right Wally.

He said, very good at die.

Die, die in a lotus.

And you're very good at talking great nonsense.

I get to sleep, Wally.

It dreams the best place to get rid of nonsense in the mind.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

God bless you.

Good night.

Thank you, Mr. Christ.

So what are you telling me, Dora?

That you're not certain you love me enough to marry me?

No, not that.

I'm truly certain my dearest, only two painfully certain.

But something else is true as well.

And I can't get free of it.

I'm not my own to do what I want with.

I belong to the sisterhood and all that doesn't mean I'm bound by strict vows.

It does represent something that holds me.

A charge laid on me.

Impossible to shake free.

Oh, Dora.

Do you think that gods are still demanding human sacrifice?

That's not a real question.

No, my dear, sing out.

Oh.

Wretchedness of words.

If I could think to you without speaking.

If I were a Ren, compelled by a mysterious urge to fly to Africa,

it would be no need to explain.

But you're a woman.

You have an not so mysterious urge to love and be loved.

Are you denying that?

No, never.

But Redford, I'm already given.

I don't belong to myself.

The suffering here has the first right to me.

Are they so incompatible, these two callings?

To us, to your nursing?

I'm sure Nick would be possible to find a way.

He would be the whole of me.

Love, marriage, family would be the whole of me.

There's too little of me to be divided.

I can only put my love for you into the work that's waiting to become here.

All the skills you have taught me.

Love, you have shown me the wisdom you have given me.

These people need that all too desperately for me to keep it to myself.

Who does that sound like wicked self-pride, great God, it is.

Giving you pain is such an awful thing.

You have every right to think bitterly of me.

I cannot think of anything except I love you.

To say any more would help both of us.

Only does it have to be the last word.

Will you never ask yourself a question again?

No, no, never.

Such a fearful battle can only be fought once.

We must never speak of it again.

We're sorry to take you away from your work, sister.

We won't keep you along.

Are you sure you won't sit down?

Quite sure.

Stand and grow good, eh?

No need of that for sister Dora.

We have received a very disturbing letter from Mr. Davis, sister.

Mr. Welsh, perhaps you would give us the gist of it.

Mr. Davis has written, resigning his position as surgeon.

He tells us that he's been violently thrown from his horse

and sustained an injury to his back.

You know this, of course.

Yes, he has been badly hurt.

He tells us to his great regret that he can no longer perform his hospital duties

with the efficiency of which our charity deserves.

We know what a great asset he has been to the hospital.

Our difficulty will be to replace him.

Impossible.

Quite so.

And it will add greatly to your already considerable burdens, sister.

We are very fortunate to have you with us.

We rely on you implicitly.

Absolutely.

Dr. Burton has told me that it's his opinion you could pass a first-class examination

in surgery with flying colors.

This is why I will not be put to the test.

I'm afraid I should sadly disappoint him.

Every day I have to unlearn and learn again.

If that's all gentle.

Yes, of course. We will continue again.

Thank you.

Sister Doar.

Sister Doar.

Well, my dear.

I was not so far out in what I thought.

The other fellow bears me out.

That we have blood poisoning here.

Pyemia.

And the toxic effect could spread very fast.

I think you may have to reconcile yourself to the loss of the lake, you know.

You may have no choice if you want to get well.

Life is not so important to me that it's worth losing a limb or...

Your exhaustion is not so important to me that it's worth losing a limb.

Your exhaustion says that now, but when it's done you'll remember how much life means to you.

Perhaps.

All the same kind, Dr. Burton.

We will let things take their course.

I will not let them die.

If Sister Doar dies...

I shall never enter these doors again.

I will not let them die.

Afternoon, Sister.

Good afternoon.

I've come about Sister Doar to ask how she is.

Please, what's the news of her?

She's not a great deal of better, I'm afraid.

The doctor says it'll be weeks before she's out of bed.

But she keeps cheerful and she has such a strong constitution.

We are all very hopeful for her recovery.

Will you give her a message from me, please?

Tell her it was her arm that rang the bell.

Her arm.

You must be Jim Cranston, whose arm she saved.

That's it?

Come inside.

You were here last Sunday too.

Sister Elizabeth told me she said you haven't missed a Sunday since Sister Doar's illness began.

Give me my no rest, all week, if I didn't.

Sit down, Mr. Cranston. I'll get you a cup of tea.

A sister says you live at Wensbury. It's a long way to walk.

It's not so far as all that. No more than 11 miles.

It's the only day you have with your family. What does your wife have to say about it?

She says, thank God it's Sunday. You can go and ask her sister Doreys.

Who is the best woman that ever could have loaf?

It's very good of you, Mark, to have made the journey to visit me.

We seem to have drifted apart over the last few years.

I can't say I've rejoiced at the twists and turns of your life, but naturally I have kept a fondness for you.

Your illness distresses me.

Thank you, dear brother.

The railway fare cost me 19 shillings and six wheels.

Return, of course.

Return?

Yes.

Well, they're looking after you in this place.

They take very good care of me.

It doesn't surprise me that you're living under these conditions.

Such squalor.

And the uncoothness of the population is beyond belief.

I love them.

They are my true family.

Brothers and sisters.

And children.

Self-dramatization, as usual, I see.

It's been your failing ever since you were a child.

That romancing, self-congratulatory strain.

It's a great pity you indulge yourself in it.

Mark, you must learn to accept me as I am.

As I do you.

I speak for your good daughter.

You've always been very willful and heedless.

But the mercy of violent passions,

spendthrift of your emotions,

these things can be dangerously destructive.

You say they can't diagnose what is wrong with you?

That is what is wrong.

Your body is paying the price.

Mark, what has happened to your human affections?

By painful experience, I have learned not to trust them.

A wiser companionship is with the great minds of literature.

There is my intercomers.

And it's old, sufficient reward.

Well, my dear daughter, I...

...mustn't I?

I shall anxiously await news.

I shall not be alone.

I shall not be alone.

Thank you, dear brother.

Yes.

And thank you for coming.

Goodbye, my dear.

And oh, my unhappy brother.

Thank you for going.

Well, sister.

Are you ready for a nice sleep now? After all the excitement.

A little cheering up and then a little resting. That's the way.

What a very courteous gentleman your famous brother is.

He told me he came all the way from Oxford.

How lovely for you to have him with you. We've even for a little while.

To talk over old happy memories.

Sister, stop talking.

Doctor Burton told me this morning that a minor had been brought in badly damaged and pitiful.

Oh, what was his name?

Tom Dingley. Do you know him?

Yes, sister.

Well, how is he?

Very poorly. He may have to lose his leg.

That's what they say, is it? Yes, sister.

Sister Dorra, is it you?

Sister Dorra.

Don't leave me. I'm not going to disturb you.

My name is Sister Dorra. Yes, ma.

I just want to take a look at your leg.

Hey. I've heard about you.

Don't worry, Tom. You'll be all right.

I'm not so glad to be here.

I have some news for Sister Dorra that I only wish I could spare.

Well, it's because of Sister Dorra. I'm so thankful to see you.

Is she worse?

She's out.

Out? What the devil do you mean?

Excuse me.

She was down at first light working in the wards, so she'd never be new.

Then she ordered a cab through the rain to visit a railway man with a poison foot. Isn't that a miracle?

Extraordinary.

Paralysis ending so suddenly.

So totally.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to see you.

Actually,

could it have been only in the mind?

Mind acting on body?

Now what do I do?

I only hope the news I have for her won't undo your medical.

Doctor, behold your patient.

Now you mustn't lecture me.

Doctor Burton, what is it?

My dear, it...

it came as a shock to me and...

it will be so for you too.

We regret to recall the death of this gentleman at the early age of 32.

He died on Sunday morning last the third of March.

At the residence of his father, Dr. Bert Davies at Edgerton, Birmingham.

To his friends.

Apart from his abilities.

He was especially endeared...

by the independence of his character.

And the truthfulness of everything he did.

The truthfulness of his father was the death of his father.

The truthfulness of his father was the death of his father.

He was the death of his father.

He was the death of his father.

He was the death of his father.

He was the death of his father.

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