The fever came. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. He went more easily this time. Then he took the pulse. As for me, I look twice at it. But it don't much matter—though he's a devilish shrewd fellow, and might have helped me out of a difficulty, had any occurred. “It’s a matter of feeling with me.
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