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Believe in what?"
Why, in women physicians."
Then, I'd better call in Mrs. Dr. Longstreet."
Oh, no. One will do, one at a time. I think I should be well tomorrow,
if I thought I should never have any other."
"Thy physician thinks thee mustn't talk, Philip," said Ruth putting her
finger on his lips.
"But, Ruth, I want to tell you that I should wish I never had got well
if--"
"There, there, thee must not talk. Thee is wandering again," and Ruth
closed his lips, with a smile on her own that broadened into a merry
laugh as she ran away.
Philip was not weary, however, of making these attempts, he rather
enjoyed it. But whenever he inclined to be sentimental, Ruth would cut
him off, with some such gravely conceived speech as, "Does thee think
that thy physician will take advantage of the condition of a man who is
as weak as thee is? I will call Alice, if thee has any dying confessions
to make."
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