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Oneon his way into town Mr Pontellier stopped at the house of

his old friend and family physician, Doctor Mandelet The Doctor was a

se is, upon his laurels

He bore a reputation for wisdo the active

practice of er conteht for in matters of consultation A few families, united

to him by bonds of friendship, he still attended when they required the

services of a physician The Pontelliers were a at the openof his study

His house stood rather far back froarden, so that it was quiet and peaceful at the

old gentlereat reader He stared up

disapprovingly over his eye-glasses as Mr Pontellier entered, wondering

who had the te

"Ah, Pontellier! Not sick, I hope Co?" He was quite portly, with a profusion of

gray hair, and shtness but none of their penetration

"Oh! I'h fiber--of

that old Creole race of Pontelliers that dry up and finally bloay

I came to consult--no, not precisely to consult--to talk to you about

Edna I don't knohat ails her"