Andover,
I've been here two years--and I'm used to it, but I simply can't help
feeling--that he ought to have a chance."
The surgeon studied her wistful face and for a moment forgot that he
was the head-surgeon of the General, and that she was a nurse. He
liked Doris Gray because of her personality and ability. Two years of
hard work at the General had not affected her quietly cheerful manner.
"You're wearing yourself out worrying about this case," said the
surgeon presently. "And that won't do at all."
She flushed and her seriousness vanished. "I'm willing to," she said
simply.
The doctor smiled and shook his finger at her. "Miss Gray, you know a
good nurse--"
"I know, Dr. Andover, but he hasn't a friend in the world. I asked him
yesterday if I should write to any one, or do anything for him. He
just smiled and shook his head. He doesn't seem to be afraid of
anything--nor interested in anything. He--oh, his eyes are just like
the eyes of a dog that is hurt and wants so much to tell you something,
and can't. I don't care what the newspapers say--and those men from
the police station! I don't believe he is really bad.
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