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 1 1 | refusing the assistance of any doctor, d'Artagnan walked about
 2 3 |       have been useless if the doctor so loudly called for had
 3 4 |      dressing performed by the doctor, was returning to his own
 4 6 |        his lungs, of which the doctor says bad things." ~"But
 5 9 |        I was at the house of a doctor of theology, whom I sometimes
 6 9 |       means of retreat. ~"This doctor has a niece," continued
 7 9 |        then, this niece of the doctor?" interrupted Porthos, one
 8 9 |        lady on my arm--" ~"The doctor's niece?" ~"Hold your tongue,
 9 9 |          said Porthos. "Is the doctor afraid that you may be recognized?" ~"
10 19| imitate the discretion of 'the doctor's niece.'" ~Aramis smiled,
11 25| already, without reckoning the doctor. He denies himself nothing;
12 53|   plenty of time to send for a doctor." ~"Then," said Felton,
13 58|       clock in the morning the doctor arrived; but since the time
14 58|      the wound had closed. The doctor could therefore measure