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that he had not; that he fully understood his or-ders; " But the pain"—" Stop !"—ejaculated thelittle man,—" I know what you are going to say:it is all fudge. If you know my orders, followthem." Notwithstanding this specimen of hisabrupt manner, I ventured to address the doctor;and stated, as my opinion, that my friend wouldbenefit greatly by a change of air and scene. Heagain eyed me, for a few seconds, and demanded," Are you a physician, Sir?"—" No."—" Are youa surgeon?"—"No."—"Then, Sir, what righthave you to form an opinion on the subject?"—and, without waiting for a reply, rose from hisseat and left the room.

" Your new doctor is the pink of politeness, mydear Wunderlich;" said I, as he shut the roomdoor with a bang. " He is a character;" repliedmy friend. " You must have heard of him: Mr.Mybook, the eminent surgeon; a man of greatlearning, consummate skill in his profession; andalthough apparently rough and abrupt in his man-ners, yet, I am informed, possessed of the kindestand most benevolent disposition." He, at this

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