Peter Reid sat down heavily on the chair the doctor gave him.
"I tell you, I don't feel ill--not to speak of.

And I've no time to be ill.

I have a deal on just now that I stand to make thousands out of--thousands, I tell you." "I'm sorry," James Lauder said.
"Of course, I'll see another man, though it means throwing away more money.

But"-- his face fell--"they told me you were the best man for the heart....

Leave my work! The thing's ridiculous Patch me up and I'll go on till I drop.