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“We shall see,” he said. “If you’ve been able to get through such a night. How long have you been going about with it?”
“With what?” said Prokop, astonished.
The dark gentleman waved his hand. “Quiet,” he said, “only quiet.” Prokop, although he felt miserably ill, could not help smiling; when doctors have no idea what to do they always prescribe quiet.
Then the one with the pleasant hands said to him: “You must believe that you will get better. Faith works miracles.”
