“I came to do everything I was bid, I drowned my scruples in my
washbowl, clutched my soap manfully, and assuming a businesslike air,
made a dab at the first dirty specimen I saw, bent on performing my
task vi et armis if necessary. I chanced to light on a withered old
Irishman wounded in the head, which caused that portion of his frame
to be tastefully laid out like a garden, the bandages being the walks,
his hair the shrubbery.”

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