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Title: The Dop Doctor

Author: Clotilde Inez Mary Graves

Release Date: February 2, 2009 [eBook #27966]

Language: English

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THE DOP DOCTOR

by

RICHARD DEHAN

Author of
"Between Two Thieves," "The Headquarter Recruit,"
"The Cost of Wings"

Popular Edition

London: William Heinemann Ltd.

First printed 6s. Edition, April, 1910.

New Impressions, May (three times), July, August, September, October,
November, 1910; January, July, October, 1911; New Edition, May, 1912; New
Impressions, September, October, December, 1912; February, May, 1913.

Popular Edition, July, August, September, 1913; April, 1914; June, 1915;
July, September, 1916; September, 1917; February, October, 1918; January,
1920; January, 1922; July, 1924; January, 1927; February, 1930; May, 1932;
March, 1934, March 1936

Printed in Great Britain
The Windmill Press, Kingswood, Surrey

TO ONE ACROSS THE SEA

_What have the long years brought me since first, with this pen for
pickaxe, I bowed my loins to quarry from the living rock of my world about
me, bread and a home where Love should smile beside the hearthplace, and
chiefly for Love's dear sake, that men should honour you who, above all on
earth, I hold most in honour--a name among the writers of books that
live!_

_What have the long years brought me! Well, not the things I hoped. Just
bread and clothing, fire, and a little roof-tree; the purchased soil to
make a grave, and a space of leisure, before that grave be needed, to
write, myself, this book for me and for you. Hope has spread her
iridescent Psyche-wings and left me; Ambition long ago shed hers to become
a working-ant. Love never came to sit in the chair beside the ingle. An
ocean heaves between us, only for nightly dreams and waking thoughts to
span. Were those dear eyes to see me as I am to-day, I wonder whether th