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It was just past ten o'clock one bitterly cold night about ten days later.
Owen Odd was in his narrow, stuffy little surgery, bending over a memorandum-book in which he was making some notes with his fountain-pen. For four mortal hours-ever since six o'clock indeed-his waiting-room had been crowded by lower-class patients, many of them in receipt of medical relief from the parish of Hammersmith; others club patients, mothers with peevish babies, and honest working men suffering from various ills.