The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
d year's man was walking with the first year's man. Tw
ird year's man, "you have
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not very strong
or this gentleman. We are going
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was not
Now come on or we shall be late
at is not
men among them. You can tell them easily enough, can't you? If they wer
k I should lo
w with a face like plaster, and before the week is out he is eating his lunch in t
ey swept in an unbroken, tumultuous stream from the University gate to the hospital. The figures and gait of the men were young, but there was little youth in most of their faces. Some looked as if they ate too little-a few as if they drank too much. Tall and short, t
ssed excitement. "It is grand to see him at work. I've seen him jab all round t
nerves. He was reassured to catch a glimpse of cheery fires, lines of white-counterpaned beds and a profusion of coloured texts upon the wall. The corridor opened upon a small hall with a fringe of poorly-c
?" asked the t
"We had a regular field day. A popliteal aneurism, a Colles' fracture, a spina
y'll come again, I suppose. Wha
o and groaning. A woman beside him was trying to console him, patting his sh
reciate them. "It's on his back, and the passage is draughty, so we must not look at it, must we, daddy? Pemphigus,on;" and they rejoined the throng, which was
red saw vague, curving lines of faces in front of him, and heard the deep buzz of a hundred voices and sounds of lau
r man whispered; "you'll h
d a large tin tray full of sawdust. On the farther side, in front of the window, there was a board which was strewed with glittering instruments, forceps, tenacula, saws, canulas, and trocars. A line of kniv
ting man, you know. And that's Anthony Browne, who took a larynx out successfully last winter. A
e two men a
Lister's antiseptic spray, you know, and Archer's one of the carbolic acid men. Hayes is th
ck. The face which looked out from it was that of a woman in the prime of her years, but drawn with suffering and of a peculiar bees-wax tint. Her head drooped as she walked, and one of
her?" asked
right away back behind the carotids. There's hardly a man
clean-shaven face of the Naval officer type, with large, bright eyes, and a firm, straight mouth. Behind him came his bi
tumour of the parotid, originally cartilaginous but now assuming malignant characteristics, and therefore requir
esh of blue veins, and curving gently from jaw to chest. But the lean, yellow face, and the stringy throat were in horrible contrast with th
ither we must be prepared to follow it. It is impossible to say how deep our dissection may carry us. Carbolic tray, thank you! Dressing
w up her knees but two dressers restrained her. The heavy air was full of the penetrating smells of carbolic acid and of c
ys, sa
fly w
tress of the
mistress
rgeon came across, still rubbing his hands, and
for the Gover
en is
hey'd do better to resign be
ould figh
the committee, even if they get a v
ady, sir," sa
"I propose," said he, passing his hands over the tumour in an almost caressing fashion, "to make a free incision over the posteri
which had already been tried once or twice that day, gave way utterly. His head swam round and he felt that in another instant he might faint. He dared not look at the patient. He dug his thumbs into his ears lest some scream should come to haunt him, and he fixed his eyes rigidly up
s too breaking in upon him, and some other sound, some fluid sound, which was more dreadfully suggestive still? His mind would keep building up every step of the operation, and fancy made it more ghastly than fact could have been. His nerves tingled and quivered.
collar and shirt undone. The third year's man was dabbing a wet spo
ing up and rubbing his eyes; "I'm s
said his companion. "What o
lp it. It was
oper
that c
then the three studen
e patient didn't stand the chloroform well, and so the whole thing was off. Archer has been g