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Francis Granthope ran up the two flights of stairs like a boy, and / pounded at Masterson's door. The doctor appeared, with his celluloid / collar in one hand and a half-eaten orange in the other. He was / coatless and unshorn, although his office hours, "from nine till four" / had already begun. He looked at Granthope, took another bite of his / orange, and then, his mouth being too full for clear articulation, / pointed inside to a chair by the fireplace under the shelves full of / bottles.
Granthope dumped a pile of newspapers from the chair and sat down. The / sun never came into the room, and the place was, as usual, chill, dim / and dusty. A handful of fire fought for life upon the hearth. Behind a / fringed portiere, which was stretched across the back of the room, the / doctor's cot was seen, dirty and unkempt.