Why Do Doctors Wear Masks s Adrian Borlsover, Eustace Borlsover. It seems to me, said his uncle, closing the book, that you had much better make the most of the afternoon sunshine and take your walk now. I think perhaps I will, Eustace answered as he picked up the volume. I won t go far, and when I come back I can read to you those articles in Nature about which we were speaking. He went along the promenade, but stopped at the first shelter, and seating himself in the corner best protected from the wind, he examined the book at leisure. Nearly every page was scored with a meaningless jungle of pencil marks rows of capital letters, short words, long words, complete sentences, copy book tags. The whole thing, in fact, had the appearance of a copy book, and on a more careful scrutiny Eustace thought that there was ample evidence to show that the handwriting at the beginning of what is an n95 medical mask the book, good though it was was not nearly so good as the handwriting at the end. He left his uncle at the end of October, with a promise to return early in December. It seemed to him quite clear that the old man s power of automatic writing was developing rapidly, and for the first time he looked forward to a visit that combined duty with interest. But on his return he was at first disappointed. His uncle, he thought, looked older. He was listless too, preferring others to read to him and dictating nearly all his letters. Not until the day before he left had Eustace an opportunity of observing Adrian Borlsover s new found faculty. The old man, propped up in bed with pillows, had sunk into a light sleep. His two hands lay on the coverlet, his left hand tightly clasping his right. Eustace took an empty manuscript book and placed a pencil within reach of the fingers of the right hand. They snatched at it eagerly then why do doctors wear masks dropped the pencil to unloose the left hand from its restraining grasp. Perhaps to prevent interference I had better hold that hand, said Eustace to himself, as he watched the pencil. Almost immediately it began to write. Blundering Borlsovers, unnecessarily unnatural, extraordinarily eccentric, culpably curious. Who are you asked Eustace, in a low voice. Never you mind, wrote the hand of Adrian. Is it my uncle who is writing Oh, my prophetic soul, mine uncle. Is it anyone I know Silly Eustace, you ll see me very soon. When shall I see you When poor old Adrian s dead. Where shall I see you Where shall you not Instead of speaking his next question, Borlsover wrote it. What is the time The fingers dropped the pencil and moved three or four times across the paper. Then, picking up the pencil, they wrote Ten minutes before four. Put your book away, Eustace. Adrian mustn t find us working at this sort of thing. He doesn t know what to make of it, and I won t have.st in the dark corners of the room. When the man was gone, it returned to its place, and 158 Monsieur the Viscount would talk to it, as he lay on his pallet. Ah Monsieur Crapaud, he would say, with mournful pleasantry, without doubt you have had a master and a kind one but, tell me, who was he, and where is he now Was he old or young, and was it in the last stage of maddening loneliness that he made friends with such a creature as you Monsieur Crapaud looked very intelligent, but he made no reply, and Monsieur the Viscount had recourse to Antoine. Who was in this cell before me he asked at the gaoler s next visit. Antoine s face clouded. Monsieur le Cur had this room. My orders were that he was to be imprisoned in secret. Monsieur le Cur had this room. There was a revelation in those words. It was all explained now. The priest had always had a love for animals and for ugly, common free n95 masks near me animals , which his pupil had by no means shared. His room at the chateau had been little less than a menagerie. He had even kept a glass beehive there, which communicated with a hole in the window through which the bees flew in and out, and he would stand for hours with his thumb in the breviary, watching the labours of his pets. And this also had been his room This dark, damp cell. 159 Here, breviary in hand, he had stood, and lain, and knelt. Here, in this miserable prison, he had found something to love, and on which to expend the rare intelligence and benevolence of his nature. Here, finally, in the last hours of his life, he had written on the fly leaf of his prayer book something to comfort his successor, and, being dead, yet spoke the words of consolation which he had administered in his lifetime. Monsieur the Viscount read that paper now with different feelings. There is, perhaps, no argument so strong, and no virtue that so commands the respect of young men, as consistency. Monsieur the Preceptor s lifelong counsel and example would have done less for his pupil than was effected by the knowledge of his consistent career, now that it was past. It was not the nobility of the priest s principles that awoke in Monsieur the Viscount a desire to imitate his religious example, but the fact that he had applied them to his own life, not only in the time of wealth, but in the time of tribulation and in the hour of death. All that high strung piety that life of prayer those unswerving admonitions to consider the vanity of earthly treasures, why do doctors wear masks and to prepare for death which had sounded so unreal amidst the perfumed elegances of the chateau, came back now with a reality gained from experiment. 3m 107 full face mask The daily life of 160 self 3m 7907s full face mask denial, the conversation garnished from Scripture and from the Fathers, had not, after all, been mere priestly affectations
and to tell the gardener when to raise the curtain. I really think one magpie must be a sign of sorrow, as nurse says but what made Bernard why do doctors wear masks take it into his beautiful foolish head to give trouble I 271 cannot imagine. He wouldn t lie down, and when he did, it was with a grump of protest that seemed to forbode failure. However, he let Cocky scold him and pull his hair, which was a safety valve for Cocky. Benjamin dozed with dignity. He knew Cocky wasn t watching for his yellow eyes. I don t think Lettice meant mischief when she summoned the spectators, for time was up. But her warning the curtain to rise when it did was simple malice and revenge. I never can forget the catastrophe, but I do not clearly remember how Tom Smith and I began to quarrel. He was excessively impudent, and seemed to think we couldn t have had a Happy Family without him and his chattering senseless magpie. When I told him to remember he was speaking to a gentleman, he grinned at me. A gentleman Nay, my sakes Ye re not civil enough by half. More like a new policeman, if ye weren t such a Guy Fawkes in that finery. Be off, said I, and take your bird with you. What if I won t go I ll make you Ye darsen t touch me. Daren t I Ye darsen t. 272 I dare. Try. Are you going Noa. I only pushed him. He struck first. He s bigger than me, but he s a bigger coward, and I d got him down in the middle of the stage, and had given him something to bawl about, before I became conscious that the curtain was up. I only realised it then, because civil, stupid Fred, arrived at the left wing, panting and gasping Measter Bayard Here s a young wood owl for ye. As he spoke, it escaped him, fluff and feathers flying in the effort, and squawking, plunging, and fluttering, made wildly why do doctors wear masks why do doctors wear masks for the darkest corner of the stage, just as Lettice ran on the mechanical mouse in front. Bernard rose, and shook off everything, and Cocky went into screaming hysterics above which I now heard the thud of Uncle Patrick s crutch, and why do doctors wear masks the peals upon peals of laughter with which our audience greeted my long planned spectacle of a Happy Family Our Irish uncle is not always nice. He teases 273 and mocks, and has an uncertain temper. But one goes to him in trouble. I went next morning to pour out my woes, and defend myself, and complain of the others. I spoke seriously about Lettice. It is not pleasant for a fellow to have a sister who grows up peculiar, as I believe Lettice will. Only the Sunday before, I told her she would be just the sort of woman men hate, and she said she didn t care and I said she ought to, for women were made for men, and the Bible says so and she said grandmamma said that every soul was made for God and its own final good. She was in a high falutin mood, and said she wis., like a breath of gold. Then I heard her speaking close to my ear. Pretty arms, she said. Pretty arms I turned. Her eyes were fixed on mine. They seemed heavy, as if with sleep, and yet between their lids they were two wells, deep and deep, and as if they held all the why do doctors wear masks things I d ever thought or dreamed in them. I looked away from them, at her lips. Her lips were red as poppies, heavy with redness. They moved, and I heard them speaking Poor boy, you love me so, and you want to kiss me don t you No, said I. But I couldn t turn around. I looked at her hair. I d always thought it was stringy hair. Some hair curls naturally with damp, they say, and perhaps that was it, for there were pearls of wet on it, and it was thick and shimmering around her face, making soft shadows by the temples. There was green in it, queer strands of green like braids. What is it said I. Nothing but weed, said she, with that slow, sleepy smile. Somehow or other I felt calmer than I had any time. Look here, said I. I m going to light this lamp. I took out a match, scratched it, and touched the third wick. The flame ran around, bigger than the other two together. But still her arms hung there. I bit my lip. By God, I will said I to myself, and I lit the fourth. It was fierce, sir, fierce And yet those arms never trembled. I had to look around at her. Her eyes were still looking into mine, so deep and deep, and her red lips why do doctors wear masks were still smiling with that queer, sleepy droop the only thing was that p2 half face respirator tears were raining down her cheeks big, glowing round, jewel tears. It wasn t human, sir. It was like a dream. Pretty arms, she sighed, and then, as if those words had broken something in her heart, there came a great sob bursting from her lips. To hear it drove me mad. I reached to drag why do doctors wear masks her away, but she was too quick, sir she cringed from me and slipped out from between my hands. face mask medical name It was like she faded away, sir, and went down in a bundle, nursing her poor arms and mourning over them with those terrible, broken sobs. The sound of them took the manhood out of me you d have been the same, sir. I knelt down beside her on the floor and covered my face. Please I moaned. Please Please That s all I could say. I wanted her to forgive me. I reached out a hand, blind, for forgiveness, and I couldn t find her anywhere. I had hurt her so, and she was afraid of me, of me, sir, who loved her so deep it drove me crazy. I could see her down the stair, though it was dim and my eyes were filled with tears. I stumbled after her, crying, Please Please The little wicks I kn95 vs n95 d lit were blowing in the wind from the door and smoking the glass beside them black. One went out. I pleaded with them, the same as I would plead with a human being. I said I d be back in a second. I promi.s next questions came at short intervals, like dropping shots. Do you say your prayers, Bogy Yes, Miss. Do you go to church, Bogy Yes, Miss. Then where do you sit In the choir, Miss the end next to Squire Ammaby s big pew. Do you said Amabel. She had been threatened with Bogy for misbehavior in church, and it was 3m 6000 half face mask with the vapour filter startling to find that he sat so near. She changed the subject, under a hasty remembrance of having once made a face at the parson through a hole in the bombazine curtains. Why don t you paint with paints, Bogy said she. I haven t got none, Miss, said Jan. I ve got a paint box, said Amabel. And, if you like, I ll give it to you, Bogy. The color rushed to Jan s face. Oh, thank you, Miss he cried. You must dip the paints in water, you know, and rub them on a plate and don t let them lie in a puddle, said Amabel, who loved to dictate. Thank you, Miss, said Jan. And don t put your brush in your mouth, said Amabel. Oh, dear, no, Miss, said Jan. It had never struck him that one could want to put a paint brush in one s mouth. At this point Amabel s overwrought energies suddenly failed her, and she burst out crying. I don t know how I shall get over the wall, said she. Don t ee cry, Miss. I ll help you, said Jan. I can why do doctors wear masks t walk any more, sobbed Amabel, who was, indeed, tired out. I ll take ee on my back, said Jan. Don t ee cry. With a good deal of difficulty, 3m 6000 series face mask filters Amabel was hoisted up, and planted her big feet in Jan s hands. It was no light pilgrimage for poor Jan, as he climbed the winding path. Amabel was peevish with weariness her bundles were sadly in the way, and at every step a cup moss or marchantia dropped out, and Amabel insisted upon its being picked up. But they reached the wall at last, and Jan got her over, and made two or three expeditions after the missing mosses, before the little lady was finally content. Good by, Bogy, she said, at last, holding up her face to be kissed. And thank you very much. I m not frightened of you, Bogy. As Jan kissed her, he said, smiling, What is your name, love And she said, Amabel. To her parents and guardians, Amabel made the following statement I ve seen Bogy. I like him. He doesn t sleep in the cellar, so Nurse told a story. And he didn t take me away, so that s another story. He says his prayers, and he goes to church, so he can t be the Bad Man. He makes pictures with leaves. He carried me on his back, but not in a bag At this point the outraged feelings of Lady Craikshaw exploded, and she rang the bell, and ordered Miss Amabel to be put to bed with a dose of rhubarb and magnesia without sal volatile , for telling stories. The eau de Cologne, mamma dear, please, said Lady Louisa, as the door closed on the struggling, screaming, and protesting Amabel. Isn t it really dr.
Why Do Doctors Wear Masks he complexities of his history to the bow legged boy, and the interest they awakened in this young gentleman could not but be gratifying to his friend. He kept one eye closed during the story, as if he saw the whole thing too clearly at a glance. He broke the thread of Jan s narrative by comments which had no obvious bearing on the facts, and, when it was ended, be gave it as his opinion that certain penny romances which he named were a joke to it. Oh, my what a pity we can t employ a detective he said. Whoever knowed a young projidy find his noble relations without a detective But never mind, Jan. I knows their ways. I m up to their dodges. Fust of all, you makes up your mind deep down in your inside, and then you says nothing to nobody, but follows it up. Fol lows it up I don t know what to follow, said Jan and how can I make up my mind, when I know nothing That s just where it is, said his friend if you knowed every thing, wot ud be why do doctors wear masks the use of coming the detective tip, and making it up in your inside The bow legged boy had made it up in his. He had decided that Jan was a nobleman in disguise, and that his father was a duke, or a jook, as he called him. Jan s active imagination could not quite resist the influence of this romance, and he lay awake at night patching together the hunchback s reference to the nobs, and the incredulous glance of the dark eyed gentleman who had given him the half pence, and who was certainly a nob himself. And never did he leave the house on an errand for the painter that the bow legged boy did not burst forth, dish cloth or dirty boots in hand, from some unexpected quarter, and adjure him to look out for the jook. It was a lovely afternoon when, by his friend s advice, Jan betook himself to the Park, that the nobs might have that opportunity of recognizing him which the wide mouthed woman had feared. He had washed his face very clean, and brushed his old jacket with trembling hands, and the bow legged boy had tied a spotted scarf, that had been given to himself by a stableman in the mews opposite, round Jan s neck in what he called a gent s knot, and the poor child went to seek his fate with a beating heart. There were nobs enough. Round and round they came, in all the monotony of a not very exhilarating amusement. The crowd was so great that the carriages crawled rather than drove, and Jan could see the people well. Many a lovely face, set in a soft frame of delicate hue, caught his artistic eye, and he watched for and recognized it again. But only a passing glance of languid curiosity met his eager gaze in return. Not a nob recognized him. But a policeman looked why do doctors wear masks at him as if he did, and Jan crept away. When he got home, he found household matters at a standstill, for the bow legged.day that this wistful dignity had won the schoolmaster s heart, had never known a care, wanted a meal, or had any thing whatever demanded of him but to sit comfortably at home and watch with a broken hearted countenance for the schoolmaster s return from the labors which supported them both. The sunshine made Rufus sleepy, but he kept valiantly watchful, propping himself against the garden tools which stood in the corner. Flowers and vegetables for eating were curiously mixed in the little garden that lay about Master Swift s cottage. Not a corner was wasted in it, and a thick hedge of sweet peas formed a fragrant fence from the outer world. Rufus was nodding, when he heard a footstep. He pulled himself up, but he did not wag his tail, for the step was not the schoolmaster s. It was Jan s. Rufus growled slightly, and Jan stood outside, and called, Master Swift He and Rufus both safe life n95 respirator & surgical mask paused and listened, but the schoolmaster did not appear. Then Rufus came out and smelt Jan exhaustively, and excepting a slight flavor of being acquainted with cats, to whom Rufus objected, he smelt well. Rufus wagged his tail, Jan patted him, and they sat down to wait for the master. The clock in the old square towered church had struck a quarter past four when Master Swift came down the lane, and Rufus rushed out to meet him. Though Rufus told him in so many barks that there was a stranger within, and that, as he smelt respectable, he had allowed him to wait, the schoolmaster why do doctors wear masks was startled by the sight of Jan. Why, it s the little pig minder said he. On which Jan s face crimsoned, and tears welled up in his black eyes. I bean t a pig minder now, Master Swift, said he. And how s that Has Master Salter turned ye off I gi ed him notice said Jan, indignantly. But I shan t mind pigs no more, Master Swift. And why not, Master Skymaker Don t ee laugh, sir, said Jan. Master Salter he laughs. What s pigs for but to be killed says he. But I axed him not to kill the little black un with the white spot on his ear. It be such a nice pig, sir, such a very nice pig And the tears flowed copiously down Jan s cheeks, whilst Rufus looked abjectly depressed. It would follow me anywhere, and come when I called, Jan continued. I told Master Salter it be most as good as a dog, to keep the rest together. But a says tis the fattest, and ull be the first to kill. And then I telled him to find another boy to mind his pigs, for I couldn t look un in the face now, and know twas to be killed next month, not that one with the white spot on his ear. It do be such a very nice pig Rufus licked up the tears as they fell over Jan s smock, and the schoolmaster took Jan in and comforted him. Jan dried his eyes at last, and helped to prepare for tea. The old man made some very.