“Well, he looks better,” said the doctor, regarding Mr. Flynn.

“Well, he looks better,” said the doctor, regarding Mr. Flynn.

“Much better,” said his companion.

“Much better,” said his companion.

Mrs. Scutts shook her head. “His pore back don't seem no better, sir,” she said in a low voice. “Can't you do something for it?”

Mrs. Scutts shook her head. “His pore back don't seem no better, sir,” she said in a low voice. “Can't you do something for it?”

“Let me have a look at it,” said the doctor. “Undo your shirt.”

“Let me have a look at it,” said the doctor. “Undo your shirt.”

Mr. Flynn, with slow fingers, fumbled with the button at his neck and looked hard at Mrs. Scutts.

Mr. Flynn, with slow fingers, fumbled with the button at his neck and looked hard at Mrs. Scutts.

“She can't bear to see me suffer,” he said, in a feeble voice, as she left the room.

“She can't bear to see me suffer,” he said, in a feeble voice, as she left the room.

He bore the examination with the fortitude of an early Christian martyr. In response to inquiries he said he felt as though the mainspring of his back had gone.

He bore the examination with the fortitude of an early Christian martyr. In response to inquiries he said he felt as though the mainspring of his back had gone.

“How long since you walked?” inquired the doctor.

“How long since you walked?” inquired the doctor.

“Not since the accident,” said Mr. Flynn, firmly.

“Not since the accident,” said Mr. Flynn, firmly.

“Try now,” said the doctor.

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