'I am at your disposal,' he answered. 'Let me try if I can find
out what is the matter with you.'
He put his medical questions. They were promptly and plainly answered;
and they led to no other conclusion than that the strange lady was,
mentally and physically, in excellent health. Not satisfied
with questions, he carefully examined the great organs of life.
Neither his hand nor his stethoscope could discover anything that
was amiss. With the admirable patience and devotion to his art
which had distinguished him from the time when he was a student,
he still subjected her to one test after another. The result was
always the same. Not only was there no tendency to brain disease--
there was not even a perceptible derangement of the nervous system.
'I can find nothing the matter with you,' he said. 'I can't even
account for the extraordinary pallor of your complexion. You completely
puzzle me.'
'The pallor of my complexion is nothing,' she answered a
little impatiently. 'In my early life I had a narrow escape from
death by poisoning. I have never had a complexion since--and my skin
is so delicate, I cannot paint without producing a hideous rash.
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