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Show -392- "The s t i t c h e s could come out - I 'd say - in about four or five days. I ' l l have a nurse come in and give you another bandage - a smaller one." He stepped back then and looked the Professor in the face. "How have you been otherwise?" he asked. "All r i g h t , ' I suppose," the Professor replied. The doctor leaned forward and t i l t e d the Professor's chin. "Some nasty abrasions there," he commented. "Seem to be getting better, though." The Professor knew what he meant. He had studied these tiny scabs in his own bathroom mirror- They began to itch, and he had trouble keeping his fingers off them. He rubbed them now gently with his knuckles. "Must have been a shock," the doctor went on. "Your wife t e l l s me you've been nervous." So she had told him! A rush of anger came over the Professor, so unusual that i t startled him. It was, he half knew, an unreasonable anger, but the half of him that d i d n ' t know noxr included his daughter and the doctor in i t . It xas a struggle to speak calmly. "Who wouldn't be?" he now answered the doctor. The doctor seemed to recognize the note of belligerance in his reply. He now spoke more softly. "What form does this nervousness take?" he asked. |
