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chance."  
"
Well do give them to me! Don't you know that every moment is precious  
now? But what was the use in sending medicines, when he knows that the  
disease is incurable?"  
I said that while there was life there was hope.  
"
Hope! Mortimer, you know no more what you are talking about than the  
child unborn. If you would--As I live, the directions say give one  
teaspoonful once an hour! Once an hour!--as if we had a whole year  
before us to save the child in! Mortimer, please hurry. Give the poor  
perishing thing a tablespoonful, and try to be quick!"  
"Why, my dear, a tablespoonful might--"  
"Don't drive me frantic! . . . There, there, there, my precious, my  
own; it's nasty bitter stuff, but it's good for Nelly--good for mother's  
precious darling; and it will make her well. There, there, there, put  
the little head on mamma's breast and go to sleep, and pretty soon--oh,  
I know she can't live till morning! Mortimer, a tablespoonful every  
half-hour will--Oh, the child needs belladonna, too; I know she does--and  
aconite. Get them, Mortimer. Now do let me have my way. You know  
nothing about these things."  
We now went to bed, placing the crib close to my wife's pillow. All this  
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