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he were doctor, professor, or priest. When
he opens his heavy eyes, you expect him
to say: " My child!" His eyes are not
ugly, considering how they protrude, and
they throw around him glances comprehensive, limpid, and serene, beneath which
you see a world of kindly thoughts.
Those large eyes are the open doors of a
beautiful soul. M. Auvray's vocation was
decided when he was at the medical school.
He gave himself up passionately to the
study of monomania —that curious disturbance of the faculties which is seldom due
to a physical cause, which does not answer
to any perceptible lesion in the nervous
system, and which is cured by moral treatment. He was seconded in his observations by a young female superintendent
of one of the wards, who was quite pretty
and very well educated. He fell in love
with her, and as soon as he got his degree, married her. It was a modest en