Morgan walked on and after a little had begun again: "Well, now that you
know I know and that we look at the facts and keep nothing back--it's
much more comfortable, isn't it?"
"My dear boy, it's so amusing, so interesting, that it will surely be
quite impossible for me to forego such hours as these."
This made Morgan stop once more. "You _do_ keep something back. Oh
you're not straight--_I_ am!"
"How am I not straight?"
"Oh you've got your idea!"
"My idea?"
"Why that I probably shan't make old--make older--bones, and that you can
stick it out till I'm removed."
"You _are_ too clever to live!" Pemberton repeated.
"I call it a mean idea," Morgan pursued. "But I shall punish you by the
way I hang on."
"Look out or I'll poison you!" Pemberton laughed.
"I'm stronger and better every year. Haven't you noticed that there
hasn't been a doctor near me since you came?"
"_I'm_ your doctor," said the young man, taking his arm and drawing him
tenderly on again.
Morgan proceeded and after a few steps gave a sigh of mingled weariness
and relief.
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