The following morning found him in the doctor's waiting room, a black cigar turning unlighted in his teeth. It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders, and waited with an appearance of affection. But in doing so, I most likely saved 233 your life. When he recovered his mental faculties, he would lie there, neutral; they could save him or let him die, as they pleased; and the doctor knew that he would wear himself out forcing his own will to live into this neutrality. The way it had happened was stupid, absurd. Supper was over.
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