Allan R.Banks paintings

Allan R.Banks paintings
Andrea Mantegna paintings
afraid, Drusilla,' she said, `I must wait till I am a little better, before I can read that. The doctor--'
The moment she mentioned the doctor's name, I knew what was coming. Over and over again in my past experience among my perishing fellow-creatures, the members of the notoriously infidel profession of Medicine had stepped between me and my mission of mercy--on the miserable pretence that the patient wanted quiet, and that the disturbing influence of all others which they most dreaded, was the influence of Miss Clack and her Books. Precisely the same blinded materialism (working treacherously behind my back) now sought to rob me of the only right of property that my poverty could claim--my right of spiritual property in my perishing aunt.
`The doctor tells me,' my poor misguided relative went on, `that I am not so well to-day. He forbids me to see any strangers; and he orders me, if I read at all, only to read the lightest and the most amusing books. "Do nothing, Lady Verinder, to weary your head, or to quicken your pulse"--those were his last words, Drusilla, when he left me to-day.'