My brain is no stronger than yours.

Farewell until to-morrow." "To-day, to-day! You are coming to the meeting at the town-hall ?" "Certainly not! Do what you can justify; I shall practise my profession, which now means the same thing as saying: 'I shall continue to close eyes and hold coroner's inquests.' If things go on so, there will soon be an end to practice." "Once for all: if you were in my place, you would treat with Valdez ?" "In your place?
I am not you; I am a physician, one who has nothing to do except to take the field against suffering and death.

You, since Bronkhorst's death, are the providence of the city.

Supply a bit of bread, if only as large as my hand, in addition to the meat, or--I love my native land and liberty as well as any one--or--" "Or ?" "Or--leave Death to reap his harvest, you are no physician." Bontius bade his friend farewell and left him, but Peter thrust his hand through his hair and stood gazing out of the window, until Barbara entered, laid his official costume on a chair and asked with feigned carelessness: "May I give Adrian some of the last biscuit?
Meat is repulsive to him.
He's lying on the bed, writhing in pain." Peter turned pale, and said in a hollow tone: "Give it to him and call the doctor.

Maria and Bontius are already with him." The burgomaster changed his clothing, feeling a thrill of fierce indignation against every article he put on.