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`` We doctors have no business with troubles of our own , '' thought Mahony , as he listened to the detailed account of an ugly accident . On the roof of a shed the boy had missed his footing , slipped and fallen some twenty feet , landing astride a piece of quartering . Picking himself up , he had managed to crawl home , and at first they thought he would be able to get through the night without medical aid . But towards two o'clock his sufferings had grown unbearable . God only knew if , by this time , he had not succumbed to them . `` My good man , one does not die of pain alone . '' They followed a flat , treeless road , the grass on either side of which was burnt to hay .