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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Treasure-Train — VIII. The Vital Principle (1917)

On the nurse's arm Mrs. Wardlaw withdrew and I looked inquiringly from Kennedy to Doctor Leslie. What was it that had made this beautiful woman such a wreck? It seemed almost as though the hand of fate had stretched out against one who had all to make her happy—wealth, youth, a beautiful home—for the sullen purpose of taking away what had been bestowed so bounteously.
"It is polyneuritis, all right, Leslie," Craig agreed, the moment we were alone.
"I think so," coincided Leslie, with a nod. "It's the cause I can't get at. Is it polyneuritis of beriberi—or something else?"
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Treasure-Train — VIII. The Vital Principle (1917)

Miss Langdale screamed and ran back into the apartment. There was a good deal of confusion. The hall-boys came to the rescue. In the excitement, I managed to slip into the elevator with her. No one seemed to think it strange then that an outsider should be interested. I went up with her—saw Wardlaw, as she poured out the story. He's a queer one. Is he right?"
"Why?" asked Craig, indulgently.
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