Chapter viii. The Kindred Spirits

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Chapter viii. The Kindred Spirits The morning sunlight shining in at a badly curtained window; a clumsy wooden bed, with big twisted posts that reached to the ceiling; on one side of the bed, my mother’s welcome face; on the other side, an elderly gentleman unremembered by me at that moment — such were the objects that presented themselves to my view, when I first consciously returned to the world that we live in. “Look, doctor, look! He has come to his senses at last.” “Open your mouth, sir, and take a sup of this.” My mother was rejoicing over me on one side of the bed; and the unknown gentleman, addressed as “doctor,” was offering me a spoonful of whisky-and-water on the other. He called it the “elixir of life”; and he bid me remark (speaking in a strong Scotch accent) that he tasted

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