Chapters (90)
- PROLOGUE
- 1849
- ONE
- TWO
- EDINBURGH
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- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
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- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
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- TWENTY-SIX
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- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
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- THIRTY-SIX
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- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
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- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
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- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
- HISTORICAL NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Extract from A Corruption of Blood
- 1850
- ONE
She had acceded, but he detected a degree of reluctance and recalled what she had confided in him. Every moment she spent with Archie was precious and yet simultaneously painful. The idea of her suffering made him want to hold her, but he had to put such thoughts from his mind. That way lay only confusion and anguish. He had missed his opportunity and he would have to learn to live with that.
Also unspoken was Raven’s concern that he now knew they were dealing with someone highly dangerous, and therefore he did not wish to put Sarah in harm’s way. He had woken up many a night tormented by thoughts of how close she had come to death once before – how close they both had – due to Raven failing to see what was right in front of him.
He had missed so much that ought to have been obvious in this recent enterprise too. Raven wondered how many enduring misapprehensions in medicine (and other fields, for that matter) were down to ambition and the desire to be vindicated. How many proud men had only sought out the evidence in support of their own hypotheses and eschewed that which might inconveniently put their ideas to the test?
The world needed fewer such proud men, or perhaps it merely required more women like Sarah. An increase in the latter would guarantee a reduction in the former.
Raven had been foolish, he could see that now, and he was grateful to Sarah for revealing it. His visions of being lauded for finding a new disease were unworthy, for in truth he had hoped such a discovery would hasten his elevation. There were no quick paths to success or renown, and nor should he seek them.
Simpson had discovered chloroform not by mere happenstance and serendipity, but as a cumulative consequence of a lifetime’s endeavours and its accumulated wisdom of judgment. That was what James Matthews Duncan ought to grasp too. ‘No man can ever reach great reputation or great excellence without great exertion,’ as Simpson often said in his lectures.
As he strode along Easter Road, Raven reflected that the pursuit of medical knowledge could also take quite a toll on one’s shoe leather. What made it even harder on the feet right then was the possibility that this was likely to be a wasted trip. In that respect he was grateful for the fog, for it might be what kept Mary Dempster indoors on a Sunday after church; if, that is, she was not still resident with her new employer.