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Mr
.
Ben
Allen
and
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
sat
together
in
the
little
surgery
behind
the
shop
,
discussing
minced
veal
and
future
prospects
,
when
the
discourse
,
not
unnaturally
,
turned
upon
the
practice
acquired
by
Bob
the
aforesaid
,
and
his
present
chances
of
deriving
a
competent
independence
from
the
honourable
profession
to
which
he
had
devoted
himself
.
‘
Which
,
I
think
,
’
observed
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
pursuing
the
thread
of
the
subject
—
‘
which
,
I
think
,
Ben
,
are
rather
dubious
.
’
‘
What
’
s
rather
dubious
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
at
the
same
time
sharpening
his
intellect
with
a
draught
of
beer
.
‘
What
’
s
dubious
?
’
‘
Why
,
the
chances
,
’
responded
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
I
forgot
,
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
.
‘
The
beer
has
reminded
me
that
I
forgot
,
Bob
—
yes
;
they
ARE
dubious
.
’
‘
It
’
s
wonderful
how
the
poor
people
patronise
me
,
’
said
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
reflectively
.
‘
They
knock
me
up
,
at
all
hours
of
the
night
;
they
take
medicine
to
an
extent
which
I
should
have
conceived
impossible
;
they
put
on
blisters
and
leeches
with
a
perseverance
worthy
of
a
better
cause
;
they
make
additions
to
their
families
,
in
a
manner
which
is
quite
awful
.
Six
of
those
last
-
named
little
promissory
notes
,
all
due
on
the
same
day
,
Ben
,
and
all
intrusted
to
me
!
’
‘
It
’
s
very
gratifying
,
isn
’
t
it
?
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
holding
his
plate
for
some
more
minced
veal
.
‘
Oh
,
very
,
’
replied
Bob
;
‘
only
not
quite
so
much
so
as
the
confidence
of
patients
with
a
shilling
or
two
to
spare
would
be
.
This
business
was
capitally
described
in
the
advertisement
,
Ben
.
It
is
a
practice
,
a
very
extensive
practice
—
and
that
’
s
all
.
’
‘
Bob
,
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
laying
down
his
knife
and
fork
,
and
fixing
his
eyes
on
the
visage
of
his
friend
,
‘
Bob
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
it
is
.
’
‘
What
is
it
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
