Others are dealt with more summarily on account of the radical views
entertained by certain bigots who wage warfare against a man who finds
delight in gardens other than his own."
The electric bell summoned the doctor to the door. He opened it, and
there stood a pilgrim from the King's Highway.
She entered and, fully exhausted, sank into a chair.
"What is the difficulty?" asked the physician in a cool manner.
"Something terrible indeed, or else my comrades accuse me unjustly."
"With what do they charge you, Miss Goodly-Minded?" he questioned, as
he felt her pulse.
"I am accused of being out of order just because I do not run all the
time to prayer-meeting and to other services of the church. They say
I am not fit to travel this way, and therefore I have found it very
difficult to get over some of the obstacles. Weariness and fatigue
have almost dragged me to the earth. My persecution will prove to be
my death unless you can give me some medicine to relieve me."
"Let me see your tongue," the physician requested. This done, he
continued: "Ah! I can easily see, by your coated tongue, that you have
already eaten more good things than you could digest.
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