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Show 225 Mike looked out unhappily. "Doc," Yosh asked C a r l t o n , " i s she a l l r i g h t ?" Carlton, whose lanky f i g u r e lay disposed among l i f e - s a v e r s , pulled h i s gaze back from the shore. Reaching over, he put h i s hand on Mike's forehead, and peered into her face. "O.K.," he said i n a moment, having completed his diagnosis, " j u s t nausea." P h y l l i s sighed. "Faith in n a t u r e , " she murmured to no one i n p a r t i c u l a r . For Carlton was not a great prescirber; he had f a i t h in nature. Nature, he reminded his c l i e n t s , was s t i l l ahead of man; man's knowledge was undependable; for every effect there was a countereffect. . . . " I n other words," P h y l l i s continued, "do nothing." And indeed, when one of the women in Oji reported a problem he had a way of closinghis eyes, pondering a moment and then p r e s c r i b i n g orange j u i c e , which drove her back around the bay i n a f u r y. Nor did Yosh seem s a t i s f i e d at the moment. "Are you sure?"ha asked. " I t ' s about time." |