{"product_id":"2940013087606","title":"ROUND THE RED LAMP","description":"CONTENTS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  BEHIND THE TIMES\u003cbr\u003e  HIS FIRST OPERATION\u003cbr\u003e  A STRAGGLER OF '15\u003cbr\u003e  THE THIRD GENERATION\u003cbr\u003e  A FALSE START\u003cbr\u003e  THE CURSE OF EVE\u003cbr\u003e  SWEETHEARTS\u003cbr\u003e  A PHYSIOLOGIST'S WIFE\u003cbr\u003e  THE CASE OF LADY SANNOX\u003cbr\u003e  A QUESTION OF DIPLOMACY\u003cbr\u003e  A MEDICAL DOCUMENT\u003cbr\u003e  LOT NO. 249\u003cbr\u003e  THE LOS AMIGOS FIASCO\u003cbr\u003e  THE DOCTORS OF HOYLAND\u003cbr\u003e  THE SURGEON TALKS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eROUND THE RED LAMP.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEHIND THE TIMES.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy first interview with Dr. James Winter was under dramatic\u003cbr\u003ecircumstances.  It occurred at two in the morning in the bedroom of an\u003cbr\u003eold country house.  I kicked him twice on the white waistcoat and\u003cbr\u003eknocked off his gold spectacles, while he with the aid of a female\u003cbr\u003eaccomplice stifled my angry cries in a flannel petticoat and thrust me\u003cbr\u003einto a warm bath.  I am told that one of my parents, who happened to be\u003cbr\u003epresent, remarked in a whisper that there was nothing the matter with\u003cbr\u003emy lungs.  I cannot recall how Dr. Winter looked at the time, for I had\u003cbr\u003eother things to think of, but his description of my own appearance is\u003cbr\u003efar from flattering.  A fluffy head, a body like a trussed goose, very\u003cbr\u003ebandy legs, and feet with the soles turned inwards--those are the main\u003cbr\u003eitems which he can remember.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom this time onwards the epochs of my life were the periodical\u003cbr\u003eassaults which Dr. Winter made upon me.  He vaccinated me; he cut me\u003cbr\u003efor an abscess; he blistered me for mumps.  It was a world of peace and\u003cbr\u003ehe the one dark cloud that threatened.  But at last there came a time\u003cbr\u003eof real illness--a time when I lay for months together inside my\u003cbr\u003ewickerwork-basket bed, and then it was that I learned that that hard\u003cbr\u003eface could relax, that those country-made creaking boots could steal\u003cbr\u003every gently to a bedside, and that that rough voice could thin into a\u003cbr\u003ewhisper when it spoke to a sick child.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145543106800,"sku":"2940013087606","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013087606_p0.jpg?v=1763576714","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013087606","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}