The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 168: what you’re looking at

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A Medical Student’s Love. 161 the college I was attending. And when the wagon stopped I saw her lifted from it and borne up to the dis- secting room. “Then it seemed as if she called my name. “You can guess what I did. Within half an hour I was climbing the stairs to the dissecting room. A white- covered body was lying upon a table in the centre of the room, and the professor and one or two students were standing near. “I hastened up to the silent figure and drew down the sheet from the face. It was Edith. “T called the professor to one side and informed him whose body it was, and could see that he was not only surprised but shocked, as he had no idea where the men engaged for the purpose had secured his ‘subject.’ “Very quickly I added that I had reason for believing that life had not yet left the body, and while confessing to be unable to give him any reason which might prove satisfactory, begged him to send the other students away and make an experiment. I was so much in earnest that he consented. “When we were alone with ‘my dead,’ as I fondly thought of it in that moment, he said: ““We will try blood letting. If there is any life in the body, as you think, she may regain consciousness— that is, 1f there is any blood to let,’ he added, the profes- sional side of his character coming uppermost. “He took his dissecting knife and made an incision in the arm. Conmniclooolx (EO)