"Perhaps you enjoy it?" said she.
"I certainly do," answered Quincy, throwing his whole heart into his
eyes.
"Well, I must differ with you," said Alice. "I never did like snow."
"Oh, you were talking about the weather!" remarked Quincy.
"Why, yes," said Alice. "What else did you think I was talking about?"
Quincy, cool and self-possessed as he invariably was, was a trifle
embarrassed.
Turning to Alice he said, "I see, Miss Pettengill, that I must make you
a frank statement in order that you may retain your respect for me. I
know you will pardon me for not hearing what you said, and for what I am
about to say; but the fact is, I was wondering whether you have had the
best advice and assistance that the medical science of to-day can afford
you as regards your eyes."
"It is very kind of you, Mr. Sawyer, to think of me, and my trouble, and
I will answer you in the same friendly way in which you have spoken. I
was taken sick one morning just as I was eating my breakfast I never
felt better in my life than I did that morning, but the pain in my side
was so intense, so agonizing, that by the time I reached my room and
threw myself on the bed, physically I was a complete wreck.
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