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And Toole, holding her stout wrist, felt her pulse and said -'Hem - I see - and -'
And so he ran on with half-a-dozen questions, and at the end of his catechism said, bluntly enough -
'I tell you what it is, Mrs. Mack, you have something on your mind, my dear Madam, and till it's off, you'll never be better.'
Poor Mrs. Mack opened her eyes
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