H. L. Gold, page 2
“Pop!” said Arnold. “Look, he’s coming out of it! Pop!”
“Speak to me, Edgar dear,” Mrs. Stone beseeched. Lubin said, “See how he is, Doctor.”
“He’s fine,” the doctor insisted heartily, his usual bedside manner evidently having returned. “He must be—the blinds are open and he’s not complaining that it’s dark or that he’s cold.” He leaned over the bed. “How are we feeling, Mr. Stone?”
It took a minute or two for Stone to move his swollen tongue enough to answer. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
“What smells purple?” he demanded.
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