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At times, my brother keyed up by these continual storms, would, on our arrival, refuse to leave the train. The more we coaxed the more obdurate he became. Force would be tried in order to dislodge him, and then he would hit out at the doctor. The whistle would blow, and the amazed face of the guard would appear at the window. At last St. Amar, whose physical resistance was limited, would be carried out bodily and set down in the hotel bus. There, forgetting the matter completely, he usually crumpled up and became his own apathetic self again.