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Perceval Is Philosophical
It was on the Sunday morning of that week-end that instead of going to church I visited a friend of mine, who has a couple of surgical wards in one of the London hospitals. There was a case he wanted to show me.
Cases may be of importance to a surgeon, but simply gruesome to others. There’s no need to speak of that one therefore. But to see it I went into the Male Ward, and on leaving it I suddenly recognised a man in another bed—the lascar whom Maundeville had upset so scientifically near the Haymarket.
“What’s wrong with that chap?” I asked Sparratt, nodding towards the fellow’s bed.
“Nothing but a very bad shake and a fracture of the surgical neck of the humerus,” Sparratt said. “But for a day or two I thought there might be a fracture at the base”—he m
