While The Billy BoilsSearchYes, I know it’s a mighty poor chance, but there’s no other way.Look, man, look at her lips ! Don’t you see they ’re already quite blue?
P’r’aps ten minutes, p’r’aps twenty, and then — it will be as I say.No. There’s no other remedy now; it’s the one thing to do.
‘Where’s the canula, nurse? And the silk, and that needle, — quick !One per thousand ‘perchloride’ — here, please; put the lamp on that chair.
“Are you ready now, Clarisse? All right, dear ! it ’s only a prick.
“Sponge, nurse ! No, no — a clean one ! The tube ! — just a second now — There !
“Hold up, Ted! It ’s all over Oh, bosh ! She ’s as right as the bank.Yes, perhaps for a moment — but mind, she can’t speak, so don’t talk.
“Owe me ! Fiddlesticks ! don’t be an ass; it’s not me you ’ve to thank.Here! drink this. Light your pipe : that ’s your sort ! Now then, come for a walk.”