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nor nigh any doctor in this one - horse town . Anyway , ' he roared , ' I hate all doctors . Without exception of age or sex . Cods and bluffers they are , the whole lot of them . And you know well that all any doctor ever wants to do ...
nor nigh any doctor in this one - horse town . Anyway , ' he roared , ' I hate all doctors . Without exception of age or sex . Cods and bluffers they are , the whole lot of them . And you know well that all any doctor ever wants to do ...
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She brought doctor after doctor to me , and only one of them spotted it , an old , blind man from Dublin named Whiteside . He said , “ That boy has had some kind of shock , " and in private he asked me if some boy , or man ...
She brought doctor after doctor to me , and only one of them spotted it , an old , blind man from Dublin named Whiteside . He said , “ That boy has had some kind of shock , " and in private he asked me if some boy , or man ...
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The doctor peeped out at him through three inches of door . Morgan , standing with his back to the arrowy night , suddenly lit up as if a spotlight had shone on his face . ' I know what I'll do with it ! ' he cried .
The doctor peeped out at him through three inches of door . Morgan , standing with his back to the arrowy night , suddenly lit up as if a spotlight had shone on his face . ' I know what I'll do with it ! ' he cried .
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