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If you had ever yourself known this, you would be acquainted with desperation." The Third Stage "I see, Dr. Hesselius, that you don't lose one word of my statement. I need not ask you to listen specially to what I am now going to tell you.
Trimmer, of Tunbridge Wells, which Doctor Hesselius thought the better of the two, I have been unable to discover among his papers. I found in his escritoire a note to the effect that he had lent the Report of Judge Harbottle's case, written by Mrs. Trimmer, to Dr. F. Heyne.
My dear Van L , you have suffered from an affection similar to that which I have just described. You twice complained of a return of it. Who, under God, cured you? Your humble servant, Martin Hesselius. Let me rather adopt the more emphasised piety of a certain good old French surgeon of three hundred years ago: "I treated, and God cured you." Come, my friend, you are not to be hippish.
Hesselius; and, on learning that I was, he said, "Perhaps then, sir, you would allow me to mention it to Mr. Jennings, for I am sure he wishes to see you." The servant returned in a moment, with a message from Mr. Jennings, asking me to go into his study, which was in effect his back drawing-room, promising to be with me in a very few minutes. This was really a study almost a library.
He then talked of quite other things, and in a comparatively cheerful way and after a little time, I took my leave. Dr. Hesselius is Summoned to Richmond We parted cheerfully, but he was not cheerful, nor was I. There are certain expressions of that powerful organ of spirit the human face which, although I have seen them often, and possess a doctor's nerve, yet disturb me profoundly.
Jennings' servant had brought it, and on learning that I was not to return until to-day, and that no one could tell him my address, he seemed very uncomfortable, and said his orders from his master were that that he was not to return without an answer. I opened the letter and read: DEAR DR. HESSELIUS. It is here. You had not been an hour gone when it returned. It is speaking.
At his right, beyond a window, mounted a tall, austere secretary in waxed walnut; and behind him, under the white chair rail, bookcases extended across the width of the room. Gustavus Hesselius' portrait of the first Howat Penny hung on a yellow painted wall, his gilt-braided major's facings still vivid, his dark, perceptible scorn undimmed. Jaffa.
Jennings, with all my caution I think he perceived it and I saw plainly that he was as cautiously observing me. Lady Mary happening to address me by my name, as Dr. Hesselius, I saw that he glanced at me more sharply, and then became thoughtful for a few minutes.
Hesselius, upon what you term Metaphysical Medicine I read them in German, ten or twelve years ago have they been translated?" "No, I'm sure they have not I should have heard. They would have asked my leave, I think." "I asked the publishers here, a few months ago, to get the book for me in the original German; but they tell me it is out of print."
Back of them were other, less poignant, echoes, flashes of place, impressions of associated heat or cold, darkness or light: He saw the features of Howat Penny, in the canvas by Gustavus Hesselius, regarding him out of a lost youth; he recalled, and again experienced, the sense of Howat's nearness; integral with himself; merging into his own youth, no less surely lost, yet enduring.
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