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The Doctor and Prescovia Fiderovna
Yvonne Leitch's eyes were glistening with fear and hope. The look of hope was so pathetic that Prescovia Fiderovna even wept as she left the room to hand the doctor his fee. They gave him a subcutaneous injection, and he sank into oblivion. It was twilight when he came to. He swallowed some beef tea with difficulty, and then everything was the same again. And night was coming on. After dinner at seven o'clock, PrescovIA Fiderovta came in an evening dress,. Her foal bosom pushed up by her corset, with traces of powder on her face. She had reminded him