Queer patients . itted identity. Then will you please come this way, sir,he said, leading me along for a few yards intoa recess of the old quarry, where I was broughtto the steps of a travelling caravan, and askedto go inside. On opening the door, I found that it waswell lighted. A striking scene presenteditself. Lying full length on the floor was a big, strongman who was bleeding profusely, apparentlyfrom wounds in the head. Huddled away inthe one corner, I observed the figure of anold decrepit woman, wringing her hands, andmoaning, Hes dead, hes dead, my poor boy,hes dead! But the most strik
Queer patients . itted identity. Then will you please come this way, sir,he said, leading me along for a few yards intoa recess of the old quarry, where I was broughtto the steps of a travelling caravan, and askedto go inside. On opening the door, I found that it waswell lighted. A striking scene presenteditself. Lying full length on the floor was a big, strongman who was bleeding profusely, apparentlyfrom wounds in the head. Huddled away inthe one corner, I observed the figure of anold decrepit woman, wringing her hands, andmoaning, Hes dead, hes dead, my poor boy,hes dead! But the most striking figure ofall—and her face for the moment I could notsee—was apparently that of a well - dressedyoung lady who had thrown herself acrossthe breast of the unconscious man, and whowas weeping piteously. She roused herself at my approach, turning A ROMANY LASS 257 her anguished face to me. Is that you,doctor? Thank God youve come! Is ittoo late? she asked. I hope not, I said ; but let me see whathas IN THE CARAVAN I then proceeded to examine my patient, and soon discovered that he was suffering from three rather severe wounds upon the head, R 258 QUEER PATIENTS none of which, however, in themselves weredangerous, and I concluded that, in the absenceof other injuries, he had probably fainted fromloss of blood. Turning to the younger woman to inform herof my opinion, I then, and then only, recognisedher, as my fortune-teller of years before. I did my best to allay her anxiety, andhaving stitched up the wounds and fixed thedressings, I asked Cora—for it was she—whathad happened, and how she came to be there. I cannot tell you now, doctor, she said. He is my husband; you shall know all indue time. Will he recover ? You dont knowhow I love him! I told her that I thought that there was noneed for great anxiety, but that I should liketo see him again. I am afraid that is impossible, she must be far from here before the morning. She would give me no further i
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