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 1 6 |  room, and hurried off to my doctor, to whom I told all that
 2 6 |         Well?" I said to the doctor when he had examined the
 3 7 |   seemed to come to him. The doctor had allowed him to get up,
 4 9 |  them. It is very stupid. My doctor says it is because I am
 5 9 |   and always ill; believe my doctor." ~"But you seem quite well." ~"
 6 13|    am not very well, and the doctor has ordered quiet. I shall
 7 16|   from her former habits. My doctor, whom I had made her meet,
 8 23|     for a week; and when the doctor let her get up, she began
 9 26|   bedside. ~December 25. ~My doctor tells me I must not write
10 26|   prescriptions of our great doctor. ~This morning M. H. called.
11 26|     There is a thaw, and the doctor says that I may go out in
12 26|  that I am going to die. The doctor has forbidden me to touch
13 26|   she can speak a word. ~The doctor tells me that she is not
14 26|    not returned. He told the doctor that the sight was too much
15 26| Marguerite was stifling; the doctor bled her, and her voice
16 26| returned to her a while. The doctor begged her to see a priest.