A Parisian Romance — page 112: what you’re looking at

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7 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 103 was not feigned, laid his hand upon the doctor’s arm to detain him. | “No, no, my dear doctor,” he said, “don’t go yet, two words more, I beg. When speaking of bracers, tonics, some of my friends have strongly recom- mended arsenic.” : The last word was scarcely out of his mouth when the doctor turned upon him in a manner that was ~ almost tragic. “Are you mad?” he exclaimed, fiercely. “YT was only asking your opinion,” faltered the baron, intimidated in spite of himself. “No,” said the doctor, more calmly. “No drugs! Hygiene, and again hygiene, and forever hygiene! A radical change in your mode of living. Good- morning.” He turned to go, but the baron again laid a de- taining hand upon his sleeve. “One moment, doctor. There is another thing which troubles me. You don’t like me!” The doctor stared, and then replied, coolly: “What makes you think so?” “T feel it.” “Well, to tell you the truth,” declared Chesnel, with the suspicion of a smile, “you are not sympa- thetic to me.” “T thought so!” “But,” contined the doctor, seriously, “that does not prevent my conscientiously attending you. When you were so ill with diphtheria, I do not think Gomicbookssco in