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The patient sat up with a groan of relief. His dark strong positive liverish profile turned away towards the spittoon. There was a clean broad gap of neck between the strong inturned ending of his hair and the narrow strip of firm heavily glazed blue white collar fitting perfectly into the collar of the well-cut grey coat clothing the firm bulk of his body. "To my mind there's no reason why they shouldn't do thoroughly well," he said into the spittoon. "All the hospitals would employ 'em in the end. They're more natty and conscientious than men and there's nothing in the work they can't manage."
"No, I think that's so."