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But I am sorry to tell you I have brought a cough from the cavern that does not at all please me; indeed, it occasions me no little pain, which makes me suppose that one must needs breathe a very unwholesome damp air in this cavern. But then, were that the case, I do not comprehend how my friend Charon should have held it out so long and so well as he has.
He even went so far as to speak of a chronic rheumatism, of a twinge of hereditary gout, and of a slightly hectic cough with which, he suddenly remembered, he had at one time, been troubled. "Don't you think," Lilian Rosenberg said, with mock earnestness, "you are somewhat rash! Have you forgotten that no woman can keep a secret and you are not telling me one secret but many.
Bessie did as she was bidden, but her eyes followed Edna's graceful figure. How delicate she looked far, far too pretty! She was almost dazzling to-night. The ruby velveteen set off her fair hair and white skin; her face was flushed, and her eyes were too bright; and as she moved about Bessie heard her cough once or twice a hard, dry cough.
Bullard gave a tiny cough and glanced at Lancaster, who immediately said in a somewhat recitative fashion: "I stick to my theory, Bullard, that Mr. Craig, in placing some of his own papers in a green metal box, placed ours along with them." Bullard turned to the servant with a frank look of appeal. "A green metal box. Can you help us, Caw?" It was on Caw's tongue to reply "No, sir."
He returned in about half an hour, and having this time to run the gauntlet of the street alone, entered with a mien which caused his wife's complaints to remain unspoken. The cough of Mr. Brown, a particularly contagious one, still rang in his ears, and he sat for some time in fierce silence. "I see her on the tram," he said, at last "Her name's Robinson Miss Robinson." "In-deed!" said his wife.
"Jenkins!" exclaimed Arthur, as the thought struck him: "I have not heard you cough once since I came in! Is your cough better!" "Oh, sir, there's another blessing! Now that I have grown so weak that the cough would shatter me tear my frame to pieces it is gone! It is nearly a week, sir, since I coughed at all. My death-bed has been made quite pleasant for me.
MR. GEORGE HENSHAW let himself in at the front door, and stood for some time wiping his boots on the mat The little house was ominously still, and a faint feeling, only partially due to the lapse of time since breakfast, manifested itself behind his waistcoat. He coughed a matter-of-fact cough and, with an attempt to hum a tune, hung his hat on the peg and entered the kitchen. Mrs.
Laevsky looked in at one of them, then in at another; it was dark and still in the rooms. "Alexandr Daviditch, are you asleep?" he called. "Alexandr Daviditch!" He heard a cough and an uneasy shout: "Who's there? What the devil?" "It is I, Alexandr Daviditch; excuse me."
'Have you any relations to whom your safety is a matter of importance? 'No, answered the other, 'no one. I have buried them all! 'Lucky people! said the poet to himself, and he wished he were dead, too, at that moment, and he thought of all the deaths he might have died. It was evidently not written that he should die of poison nor in battle, nor of a cough, nor of the liver, nor even of gout.
At first she cried whenever she saw him, and lamented over him, so that the head nurse was obliged to explain to her that she disturbed the patients, and could not come any more unless she controlled herself. She promised, and kept her word; she sat quietly by his pillow and held his hand, when she came, except when she put up her own to hide the cough which she could not always restrain.
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