Bloodline by Sidney Sheldon Page B

“I’m sorry, too. For you, and for me, and forall of us. Every man is a prisoner, and the greatest irony of all is to be the prisoner of another man.”
    Samuel looked up at him, puzzled. “I don’t understand, sir.”
    The doctor sighed. “One day you will.” He rose to his feet, walked over to his desk, selected a pipe and slowly and methodically filled it. “I’m afraid this is a very bad day for you, Samuel Roffe.”
    He put a match to the tobacco, blew it out and then turned to the boy. “Not because of your broken wrist. That will heal. But I’m going to have to do something to you that may not heal so quickly.” Samuel was watching him, his eyes wide. Dr. Wal walked over to his side, and when he spoke his voice was gentle. “Very few people ever have a dream. You have two dreams. And I’m afraid I am going to have to break both of them.”
    “I don’t—”
    “Listen to me carefully, Samuel. You can never be a doctor—not in our world. Only three of us are allowed to practice medicine in the ghetto. There are. dozens of skilled doctors here, waiting for one of us to retire or to die, so that they can take our place. There’s no chance for you. None. You were born at the wrong time, in the wrong place. Do you understand me, boy?”
    Samuel swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
    The doctor hesitated, then went on. “About your second dream—I’m afraid that one is just as impossible. There is no chance of your ever marrying Terenia.”
    “Why?” Samuel asked.
    Dr. Wal stared at him. “ Why? For the same reason you can’t become a doctor. We live by the rules, by our traditions. My daughter will marry someoneof her own class, someone who can afford to keep her in the same style in which she has been raised. She will marry a professional man, a lawyer or a doctor or a rabbi. You—well, you must put her out of your mind.”
    “But—”
    The doctor was ushering him toward the door. “Have someone look at that splint in a few days. See that the bandage is kept clean.”
    “Yes, sir,” Samuel said. “Thank you, Dr. Wal.”
    Dr. Wal studied the blond, intelligent-looking boy before him. “Good-bye, Samuel Roffe.”
    Early the next afternoon, Samuel rang the front doorbell of the Wal house. Dr. Wal watched him through the window. He knew that he should send him away.
    “Send him in,” Dr. Wal said to the maid.
    After that, Samuel came to Dr. Wal’s house two or three times a week. He ran errands for the doctor, and in exchange Dr. Wal let him watch as he treated patients or worked in his laboratory, concocting medicines. The boy observed and learned and remembered everything. He had a natural talent. Dr. Wal felt a growing sense of guilt, for he knew that in a way he was encouraging Samuel, encouraging him to be something he could never be; and yet he could not bring himself to turn the boy away.
    Whether it was by accident or design, Terenia was almost always around when Samuel was there. Occasionally he would get a glimpse of her walking past the laboratory, or leaving the house, and once he bumped into her in the kitchen, and his heart began to pound so hard that he thought he would faint. She studied him for a long moment, a look ofspeculation in her eyes, then she nodded coolly and was gone. At least she had noticed him! That was the first step. The rest was only a matter of time. There was not the slightest doubt in Samuel’s mind. It was fated. Terenia had become a major part of Samuel’s dreams about the future. Where once he had dreamed for himself, he now dreamed for the two of them. Somehow he would get them both out of this terrible ghetto, this stinking, overcrowded prison. And he would become a great success. But now his success would not be for him alone, but for both of them.
    Even though it was impossible.
    Elizabeth fell asleep, reading about old Samuel. In the morning when she awakened, she carefully hid the Book and began to get dressed for school. She could not get Samuel off her