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the professor at the breakfast table-第65部分
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took the stethoscope and shifted it across to the right side; there
was a displacement of the organ。 I am ill…packed;he said;there
was no room for my heart in its place as it is with other men。 God
help him!
It is hard to draw the line between scientific curiosity and the
desire for the patient's sake to learn all the details of his
condition。 I must look at this patient's chest; and thump it and
listen to it。 For this is a case of ectopia cordis; my boy;
displacement of the heart; and it is n't every day you get a chance
to overhaul such an interesting malformation。 And so I managed to
do my duty and satisfy my curiosity at the same time。 The torso was
slight and deformed; the right arm attenuated;the left full;
round; and of perfect symmetry。 It had run away with the life of
the other limbs;a common trick enough of Nature's; as I told you
before。 If you see a man with legs withered from childhood; keep
out of the way of his arms; if you have a quarrel with him。 He has
the strength of four limbs in two; and if he strikes you; it is an
arm…blow plus a kick administered from the shoulder instead of the
haunch; where it should have started from。
Still examining him as a patient; I kept my eyes about me to search
all parts of the chamber and went on with the double process; as
before。 Heart hits as hard as a fist;bellows…sound over mitral
valves (professional terms you need not attend to)。 What the deuse
is that long case for? Got his witch grandmother mummied in it?
And three big mahogany presses;hey?A diabolical suspicion came
over me which I had had once before;that he might be one of our
modern alchemists;you understand; make gold; you know; or what
looks like it; sometimes with the head of a king or queen or of
Liberty to embellish one side of the piece。 Don't I remember
hearing him shut a door and lock it once? What do you think was
kept under that lock? Let's have another look at his hand; to see
if there are any calluses。
One can tell a man's business; if it is a handicraft; very often by
just taking a look at his open hand。 Ah! Four calluses at the end
of the fingers of the right hand。 None on those of the left。 Ah;
ha! What do those mean?
All this seems longer in the telling; of course; than it was in
fact。 While I was making these observations of the objects around
me; I was also forming my opinion as to the kind of case with which
I had to deal。
There are three wicks; you know; to the lamp of a man's life: brain;
blood; and breath。 Press the brain a little; its light goes out;
followed by both the others。 Stop the heart a minute and out go all
three of the wicks。 Choke the air out of the lungs; and presently
the fluid ceases to supply the other centres of flame; and all is
soon stagnation; cold; and darkness。 The 〃tripod of life〃 a French
physiologist called these three organs。 It is all clear enough
which leg of the tripod is going to break down here。 I could tell
you exactly what the difficulty is;which would be as intelligible
and amusing as a watchmaker's description of a diseased timekeeper
to a ploughman。 It is enough to say; that I found just what I
expected to; and that I think this attack is only the prelude of
more serious consequences;which expression means you very well
know what。
And now the secrets of this life hanging on a thread must surely
come out。 If I have made a mystery where there was none; my
suspicions will be shamed; as they have often been before。 If there
is anything strange; my visits will clear it up。
I sat an hour or two by the side of the Little Gentleman's bed;
after giving him some henbane to quiet his brain; and some foxglove;
which an imaginative French professor has called the 〃Opium of the
Heart。〃 Under their influence he gradually fell into an uneasy;
half…waking slumber; the body fighting hard for every breath; and
the mind wandering off in strange fancies and old recollections;
which escaped from his lips in broken sentences。
The last of 'em;he said;the last of 'em all;thank God! And
the grave he lies in will look just as well as if he had been
straight。 Dig it deep; old Martin; dig it deep;and let it be as
long as other folks' graves。 And mind you get the sods flat; old
man;flat as ever a straight…backed young fellow was laid under。
And then; with a good tall slab at the head; and a foot…stone six
foot away from it; it'll look just as if there was a man underneath。
A man! Who said he was a man? No more men of that pattern to bear
his name! Used to be a good…looking set enough。 Where 's all the
manhood and womanhood gone to since his great…grandfather was the
strongest man that sailed out of the town of Boston; and poor Leah
there the handsomest woman in Essex; if she was a witch?
Give me some light;he said;more light。 I want to see the
picture。
He had started either from a dream or a wandering reverie。 I was
not unwilling to have more light in the apartment; and presently had
lighted an astral lamp that stood on a table。 He pointed to a
portrait hanging against the wall。 Look at her;he said;look at
her! Wasn't that a pretty neck to slip a hangman's noose over?
The portrait was of a young woman; something more than twenty years
old; perhaps。 There were few pictures of any merit painted in New
England before the time of Smibert; and I am at a loss to know what
artist could have taken this half…length; which was evidently from
life。 It was somewhat stiff and flat; but the grace of the figure
and the sweetness of the expression reminded me of the angels of the
early Florentine painters。 She must have been of some
consideration; for she was dressed in paduasoy and lace with hanging
sleeves; and the old carved frame showed how the picture had been
prized by its former owners。 A proud eye she had; with all her
sweetness。 I think it was that which hanged her; as his strong arm
hanged Minister George Burroughs;but it may have been a little
mole on one cheek; which the artist had just hinted as a beauty
rather than a deformity。 You know; I suppose; that nursling imps
addict themselves; after the fashion of young opossums; to these
little excrescences。 〃Witch…marks〃 were good evidence that a young
woman was one of the Devil's wet…nurses;I should like to have seen
you make fun of them in those days! Then she had a brooch in her
bodice; that might have been taken for some devilish amulet or
other; and she wore a ring upon one of her fingers; with a red stone
in it; that flamed as if the painter had dipped his pencil in fire;
who knows but that it was given her by a midnight suitor fresh
from that fierce element; and licensed for a season to leave his
couch of flame to tempt the unsanctified hearts of earthly maidens
and brand their cheeks with the print of his scorching kisses?
She and I;he said; as he looked steadfastly at the canvas;she
and I are the last of 'em。 She will stay
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