" The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes and a gentle mouth. ‘I can’t tell you the times I’ve wished for a gun to point at Hilary’s head. There he stands. ‘Why did you bring him? I hate him. But here the resemblance stopped. Sheppard in the asylum, and take her this, and send her that;—and I've never prevented you, though such mistaken liberality's enough to provoke a saint.
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