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"Exchanged, wasn't it?"
"Reckon it was. Anyhow I wuz bro't yere with a lot o' sick
fellers. I wuzn't sick. For a long time the doctors kep' a-
pesterin' me with questions, but they lemme 'lone now. I 'spected
you wuz a new doctor, en at it agin."
"Don't you remember the village of Alton?"
The man shook his head.
"Don't you--" and Martine's voice grew husky--"don't you remember
Helen Kemble?"
"A woman?"
"Yes."
"Never yeared on her. I only reckerlect people I've seen in
hospitals. Women come foolin' roun' some days, but Lor'! I kin
beat any on 'em teekin' keer o' the patients; en wen they dies, I
kin lay 'em out. You ast the wardmaster ef I kant lay out a stiff
with the best o' 'em."
"That will do. You can go to sleep now."
"All right, Doc. I call everybody doc who asts sech a lot o'
questions." He shuffled to his cot and was soon asleep.


CHAPTER VIII
"HOW CAN I?"

Martine sank into his chair again. Although the conversation had
been carried on in low tones, it was the voice of Nichol that he
had heard.


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