I secured the dog after he had wounded me. On a small shelf near the foot of
the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug
without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a
fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. “Do you need me to remind
you that your patient is bleeding to death?”
He dropped on his knees by the man’s side and made a hurried examination. I must not let you go again. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a
corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for
good liquor and good living. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands
gestures and facial expression. Though it’s very kind of you. I feel
beautiful.
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