with a rare culture. It is the link between the bacilli
he clearly understood. Having superadded many injunctions to be
sure and not take cold, the old lady at length permitted him to
'Bless his sweet face!' said the old lady, looking after him. 'I
can't bear, somehow, to let him go out of my sight.'
At this moment, Oliver looked gaily round, and nodded before he
turned the corner. The old lady smilingly returned his
salutation, and, closing the door, went back, to her own room.
'Let me see; he'll be back in twenty minutes, at the longest,'