"I don't want to be in the same room with the particular kind of idiot
you are! She's through with that riff-raff; all she needed was to be
kept away from him a few weeks, and I KEPT her away, and it did the
business. For Heaven's sake, go on out o' here!"
Bibbs obeyed the gesture of a hand still bandaged. And the black
silk sling was still round Sheridan's neck, but no word of Gurney's
and no excruciating twinge of pain could keep Sheridan's hand in
the sling. The wounds, slight enough originally, had become infected
the first time he had dislodged the bandages, and healing was long
delayed. Sheridan had the habit of gesture; he could not "take time
to remember," he said, that he must be careful, and he had also a
curious indignation with his hurt; he refused to pay it the compliment
of admitting its existence.
The Saturday following Edith's departure Gurney came to the Sheridan
Building to dress the wounds and to have a talk with Sheridan which
the doctor felt had become necessary. But he was a little before the
appointed time and was obliged to wait a few minutes in an anteroom
--there was a directors' meeting of some sort in Sheridan's office.
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