An Irish Doctor In Peace And At War - Plot & Excerpts
“Heel,” O’Reilly said, and the big dog tucked in. O’Reilly’s mind was racing and his legs followed suit, setting a brisk pace through the village with Kitty in step beside him. Neither of them spoke as they waited briefly beside the Maypole for the traffic light to change. But once across they were thwarted by Helen Hewitt coming out of the tobacconist’s. “Och, Doctor and Mrs. O’Reilly, how are the pair of you?” She bent and patted Arthur, who, well-mannered as he was, sat down when O’Reilly stopped walking. “Grand altogether,” said O’Reilly, feeling the urge to laugh at the polite lie. “How are you getting on?” “Couldn’t be better,” Helen said. “I passed my chemistry and zoölogy exams last month so I’ll be going into second year in September. I never thought a wee girl from my kind of background could ever get a chance to be a doctor, but here I am. My da’s tickled pink. He never quits telling people.” “He has every right to be proud, and we’re all very pleased for you, Helen,”
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