United States or Poland ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
No reply from the inventor, whose eye was already turned inward, and fish-like again. Dr. Amboyne and Bayne smoked peaceably awhile. But presently the inventor uttered a kind of shout. "Eureka," said the doctor calmly, and emitted a curly cloud. Little dashed at the paper, and soon produced a drawing.
Amboyne descended the stairs, the landlady held a door ajar, and peeped at him, according to a custom of such delicate-minded females as can neither restrain their curiosity nor indulge it openly. Dr. Amboyne beckoned to her, and asked for a private interview. This was promptly accorded. "Would ten guineas be of any service to you, madam?" "Eh, dear, that it would, sir.
Amboyne had also great trouble with his patient: the wound in the cheek was not serious; but, by a sort of physical retribution of which, by-the-bye, I have encountered many curious examples the tongue, that guilty part of Frederick Coventry, though slightly punctured, bled so persistently that Amboyne was obliged to fill his mouth with ice, and at last support him with stimulants.
There are five hundred thousand bricks of ours in that river, and a foot and a half of mud." While they were both shuddering at this dark allusion, he went off into idle threats, and Grace left him, sick and cold, and clinging to Dr. Amboyne like a drowning woman. "Have courage," said Dr. Amboyne. "There is one chance left us. His mother! I will telegraph to Aberystwith."
"Let me sleep on that," said Dr. Amboyne. In the course of the evening, Dr. Amboyne told Raby all the reports about Jael Dence and Henry Little. "What does that matter now?" said Raby, with a sigh. Whenever a servant came into the room, Amboyne asked him if Jael had arrived. Raby shared his curiosity, but not his anxiety. "The girl knows her friends," said he.
Next day he went on the hills with Billy, and, instead of thinking for the benefit of his enemies, as agreed with Amboyne, he set himself to hate every body, especially Miss Carden's lover, and the Hillsborough Unions. The grinders and file-cutters might die like sheep. What did he care? As much as they cared for him. Dr. Amboyne was too good for this world, and should keep his money to himself.
Coventry and Grace Carden were coming down the aisle together in wedding costume, the lady in her bridal veil. They were followed by the bridemaids. Dr. Amboyne stared, and stepped aside into an open pew to let them pass. They swept by; he looked after them, and remained glued to his seat till the church was clear of the procession. He went into the vestry, and found the curate there.
Amboyne. "The first time we have ever been separated since he was born," said she, with a sigh. Dr. Amboyne's preconceived plan broke down that moment. He said, hurriedly, "Take my carriage, and drive to him. Better do that than torment yourself." "Where is he?" asked the widow, brightening up at the proposal. "At Cairnhope." At this word, Mrs.
"Oh, never mind," said Raby; "you've got one or two left in your stable." Dr. Amboyne went out, and passed through the hall. There he found Mr. Coventry and Miss Carden: the latter asked him, rather keenly, if the conference was over. "Yes, and not without a result: I'll read it to you." He did so, and Grace's cheek was dyed with blushes, and her eyes beamed with joy.
Amboyne said, "This is the temple: here you can sleep as safe from gunpowder as a field-marshal born." The farmer's daughter came out, and beamed pleasure at sight of the doctor: he got down, and told her the case, privately, and gave her precise instructions. She often interrupted the narrative with "Lawkadaisies," and other rural interjections, and simple exclamations of pity.
Word Of The Day