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Portrait of Barry Pain Barry Pain The Lone Hand (Pain) — II. Mr. Nathan Gould (1905)

Gould made a fool of himself. He whipped the doctor off into the dining-room, and talked so loudly that I could hear in the drawing-room. “Look here, doctor,” he said, “you must keep her alive for another nine hours. You can do it if you like, you know. Use more stimulants. You want to flog that heart. Keep it going somehow. Were you trying oxygen?”
“Mr. Gould,” said the doctor, “you know that your mother refuses to see any other doctor, and that any attempt to force one upon her would certainly be fatal.
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Portrait of Barry Pain Barry Pain The Lone Hand (Pain) — II. Mr. Nathan Gould (1905)

The maid who was unpacking for me asked me if I would lunch downstairs with Mr. Gould or if I preferred to lunch in my own room. It is always well to get to know one's enemy, and I did not hesitate. A few minutes later I was sitting down to lunch alone with a man whom two hours before I had never seen in my life, and of whom I now knew very little, and nothing which was not dead against him.
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Portrait of Barry Pain Barry Pain The Lone Hand (Pain) — II. Mr. Nathan Gould (1905)

At six o'clock I was quite ready. Mr. Gould now seemed a little nervous and excited. He kept on giving me fragments of stupid advice and telling me things that he had told me before. The interview was to be a very short one, and the doctor and the nurse were both in the dimly lit room when I entered it, though they stood at some distance from the bed. On the bed lay the dying woman—a handsome old Jewess, with whity-yellow skin of one even tint, colourless lips, and blaring eyes.
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