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That night, when at last Hobert made a pillow of his saddle-bags and coiled himself together, he felt as if a circle of fire were narrowing around him, and yet utter inability to escape. "You need take no more thought for yourself."
"We must mortgage the land," Jenny said, "that is all, don't mind, mother. I don't mind anything, so that we only have Hobert well again." And then they talked of what they would do another year when they should be all together once more, and all well. "Think what Dr. Killmany has done for Mrs. Brown!" they said.
Where there's a will, you know!" And then it began to be talked of less as an insane dream. One morning, as Jenny came into the sick man's room, she found him sitting up in bed with his shirt open and his hand on his breast. "What is it, Hobert?" she said; for there was a look in his eyes that made her tremble.
"I'll bring my team: I want to go to town anyhow; and we'll all see you off together!" This was the offer of the farmer whose land adjoined Mr. Walker's; and the day of departure was fixed, and the morning of the day saw everything in readiness. "Hobert looks a'most like a storekeeper or a schoolmaster, don't he, mother?"
At all events, I would give more than I'll mention that Sir Hobert Whitecraft was as good-looking a specimen of a man; I'll engage, if he was, you would have no objection to say yes, my girl." "I look to the disposition, papa, to the moral feelings and principles, more than to the person.
"If you only come home well, Hobert," she said, "we will soon be able to buy her back again; and if you don't but you will!" So Fleetfoot went with the rest; and when for the last time she was led up before the door, and ate grass from the lap of little Jenny, and put her neck down to the caressing hands of young Hobert, it was a sore trial to them all.
It was a healthy region, everybody said, but the weather had been unusually trying; as soon as the frost came, the ague would vanish; the water was the best in the world, to be sure, and the air the purest. Hobert was ploughing a piece of low ground for wheat, cutting a black snake in two now and then, and his furrow behind him fast filling with water that looked almost as black as the soil.
Killmany; "dear to you, I dare say, but nothing to me, sir, nothing at all. I have no time to devote to your relatives. Open your shirt, sir! there, that'll do! A mere trifle, sir, but it is well you have come in time." "Do you mean to say you can cure me?" inquired Hobert, all his heart a-flutter with the excitement of hope. "Exactly so.
And the long hot rains were over at last; the clouds drew themselves off, and the sharp frosts, of a morning, were glistening far and near; the pumpkin-vines lay black along the ground, and the ungathered ears of corn hung black on the stalk. Hobert was no better. But still the two women told each other they didn't think he was any worse.
He had waited five hours, but it was come at last; and with his heart in his mouth, and his knees shaking under him, he stood face to face with the arbitrator of his destiny. There was no smile on the face of the man, no sweetness in his voice as he said, looking at Hobert from under scowling brows, "What brings you, sir? Tell it, and be brief: time with me is money."
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