CHAPTER X "SMILES'" CONSECRATION If, half an hour previous, Donald had been told that, during the first evening of his long anticipated visit to his forest of enchantment, he was to play the part of patient in a spiritual clinic, conducted by a wandering backwood preacher for the instruction of a seventeen-year-old mountain girl--as well as for his own enlightenment--he would have scoffed at the idea; yet, oddly enough, he felt no sense of displeasure or antagonism.
I assumed this building was some sort of weird clinic.”
“We took her to an exclusive clinic where we tried some experimental therapies,” I said. “
How involuntarily the inmost thought breaks through under such circumstances, is shown by an occurrence in a surgical clinic.