And oh, ‘tis true, ‘tis true
“Please believe me,” he went on insistently, “the waters of that bay, already half Breton, may act as a sedative, though a questionable one, on a heart like mine that is no longer undamaged, on a heart for whose wounds there is no longer any compensation. They are contraindicated at your age, my boy. Good night, neighbors,” he added, leaving us with that evasive abruptness which was his habit and, turning back toward us with a doctor’s raised finger, he summed up his advice: “No Balbec before the age of fifty, and even then it must depend on the state of the heart,” he called to us.
- SW, Davis trans., p. 135 (encounter with Legrandin, banks of the Vivonne).
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