Johnyxxx
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Hello,
Can anybody tell if the bold text refers strictly to his taking the money?
The minute he said that she had him right where she wanted him. But the way she managed it was masterful and, even now, in remembering it, I am moved to a grudging admiration of the way she carried it all off. “I see,” she remarked so casually that I barely caught the note of triumph in her voice. “Well, then, I suppose they’ll have called him by this time if there’s any need.”Rambouillet nodded. “Undoubtedly.” He turned to Anne and me. “I’m sorry, but there’s apparently nothing here for me to do. And since I didn’t come out in my own car, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to run me back into town.”
We said we would and Anne went upstairs to get a coat. I offered the doctor a drink, which he declined, and forced him to accept three dollars, which he felt he hadn’t earned. A call was a call, I pointed out, and he Was entitled to a fee even if there had been no patient. He put the money in his pocket finally, with a wry smile. “A young doctor in this town,” he remarked, “has no right to refuse anything that comes his way.” We chatted quietly in that warm, agreeable kitchen, hardly aware of Mrs Walters as she went about the room. And yet, it crossed my mind once or twice that she looked more attractive than she had in the morning. The lamplight was kind to her face and there was a touch of femininity about her dress that was welcome. I wondered idly why she had changed. Probably she’d got wet walking back in the rain after giving Mrs Marcy her umbrella.
William Sloane, Edge of Running Water, 1939.
Thank you.
Can anybody tell if the bold text refers strictly to his taking the money?
The minute he said that she had him right where she wanted him. But the way she managed it was masterful and, even now, in remembering it, I am moved to a grudging admiration of the way she carried it all off. “I see,” she remarked so casually that I barely caught the note of triumph in her voice. “Well, then, I suppose they’ll have called him by this time if there’s any need.”Rambouillet nodded. “Undoubtedly.” He turned to Anne and me. “I’m sorry, but there’s apparently nothing here for me to do. And since I didn’t come out in my own car, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to run me back into town.”
We said we would and Anne went upstairs to get a coat. I offered the doctor a drink, which he declined, and forced him to accept three dollars, which he felt he hadn’t earned. A call was a call, I pointed out, and he Was entitled to a fee even if there had been no patient. He put the money in his pocket finally, with a wry smile. “A young doctor in this town,” he remarked, “has no right to refuse anything that comes his way.” We chatted quietly in that warm, agreeable kitchen, hardly aware of Mrs Walters as she went about the room. And yet, it crossed my mind once or twice that she looked more attractive than she had in the morning. The lamplight was kind to her face and there was a touch of femininity about her dress that was welcome. I wondered idly why she had changed. Probably she’d got wet walking back in the rain after giving Mrs Marcy her umbrella.
William Sloane, Edge of Running Water, 1939.
Thank you.
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