On my last day Miss inter told me about Dr. and Mrs. Maudsley.

    Leaving gates open and o ots pram e anot t t o be none ts temporary disappearance . t out of ion was called for.

    t feel able to approacly about it. tood t trange at to go t  encouraged to keep tance is o say. Instead, t tor ly may or may not  a ne time.

    Dr. Maudsley  young, yet ties  tall, nor really very muscular, but ality, of vigor about o stride along at a great pace,  effort. er to finding alking into turning to find ing  of keeping up. tc mental liveliness. You could  but quick, y for finding t  person at t time. You could see it in , intent, rong, neat eyebrows above.

    Maudsley ’s no bad tor. ep on t tients art feeling better already. And not least, tonic in ’s  made a difference to ients lived or died, and tered hey lived.

    Dr. Maudsley  love of intellectual activity. Illness o  rest until . Patients got used to urning up at t t t puzzling over toms, to ask one more question. And once  a diagnosis, treatment to resolve. ed t of all treatments, but  kept coming back to somet from a different angle, constantly casting about for tiny fragment of kno o get rid of t but to understand t in an entirely neelligent and amiable, ionally good doctor and a better t.

    tion of village men included t like to be left out of anytrio and listened attentively as ted tale. tes left open,  on to ter some minutes at tory: t in tor.

    ‘the younger Fred Jameson said finally.