Grace S. Richmond

L'interrogante sorrise, un sorriso leggermente superiore. "Grazie", ha detto, e ha proseguito. Arriv all'angolo e si ferm brevemente, considerando la fila di veicoli davanti alla vecchia casa di mattoni bassa con i suoi comodi portici dai pilastri bianchi. La lite stata davvero formidabile e ha suggerito molte persone in attesa all'interno della casa. Ma dopo un attimo di esitazione imbocc il sentiero di ghiaia verso l'ala della casa sulla cui porta si poteva vedere la scritta di un segno poco appariscente. Mentre si avvicinava, not che il cartello diceva "R.P. Burns, M.D." e che la tabella degli orari di ufficio di seguito stabiliva che l'ora attuale era una di quelle designate. "Far una linea sulla tua pratica, Red," disse lo sconosciuto a se stesso, e mise la mano sul campanello. "Per inciso, forse, far una battuta sul perch rimani in una piccola citt di periferia come questa quando potresti essere nel bel mezzo delle cose. Un tipo che ho incontrato due volte anche a Vienna. Non riesco a capire esso. " Una giovane donna bionda in uniforme bianca e berretto ha ammesso il nuovo arrivato e gli ha indicato l'unica sedia rimasta vuota nell'ampia e affollata sala d'attesa. Era una stanza piacevole, in un modo logoro, e il fuoco ardente di legna in un robusto caminetto, le file di libri dai toni opachi stipavano una solida falange di librerie e una serie di interessanti stampe antiche sulle pareti davano come lo straniero, alzando gli occhi critici, era obbligato ad ammettere a se stesso, una curiosa aria di dignit nonostante l'atmosfera mista di droghe e pazienti che gli assalivano le narici esigenti. Quanto ai pazienti stessi, dato che erano tutti intorno a lui, non poteva fare a meno di osservarli, sebbene da un tavolo ben riempito al suo fianco si servisse di una rivista in ritardo e ne voltasse meccanicamente le pagine.

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On Christmas Day In The Evening By Grace S. Richmond

On Christmas Day in the Morning By Grace S. Richmond

Round the Corner in Gay Street By Grace S. Richmond

Brown was so tall and thin, and his study was so low and square, that the one in the other seemed a misfit. There was not much in the study. A few shelves of books-not all learned books by any means-three chairs, one of them a rocker cushioned in a cheerful red; a battered old desk; a broad and rather comfortable looking couch: this was nearly all the study's furniture. There was a fireplace with a crumbling old hearth-stone, and usually a roaring fire within; and a chimney-piece above, where stood a few photographs and some odd-looking articles of apparently small value. On the walls were two small portraits-of an elderly man and woman. This was absolutely all there was in the room worth mentioning-except when Brown was in it. Then, of course, there was Brown. This is not a truism, it is a large, significant fact. When you had once seen Brown in his study you knew that the room would be empty when he was out of it, no matter who remained. Not that Brown was such a big, broad-shouldered, dominating figure of a man. He was so tall and thin of figure that he looked almost gaunt, and so spare and dark of face that he appeared almost austere. Yet when you observed him closely he did not seem really austere, for out of his eyes, of a clear, deep gray, looked not only power but sympathy, and not only patience but humour. His mouth was clean-cut and strong, and it could smile in a rather wonderful way. As to the years he had spent-they might have been thirty, or forty, or twenty, according to the hour in which one met him. As a matter of fact he was, at the beginning of this history, not very far along in the thirties, though when that rather wonderful smile of his was not in evidence one might have taken him for somewhat older.