Cleveland Moffett,
On the Turn of a Coin
(1913)
“ He had risen late, had reached the hospital late, and had had no breakfast. Of all the medical students at the Lariboisiere Hospital there was none more popular than Caseau, but the pleasures of Paris at night often made him neglect his duties of the day. In the present instance he did not know who the young woman was whom he had just seen under the knife, nor had he any idea how her skull had been crushed with such frightful wounds. Al he knew was that she had remarkable beauty and was doomed to die. ”
