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This Orion, who has sinned so basely against himself and against you, is not utterly reprobate." "Not?" interrupted Paula. "Then he has taken you in too!" "Taken me in?" said the leech. "Hardly, I think. I have, alas! stood by many a death-bed; for I am too often sent for when Death is already beckoning the sick man away.
"It's false I never tried to cheat you," rejoined Stevens, courageously, for the liquor was beginning to have a very inspiriting effect. "It's a lie I paid you all I agreed upon, and more besides; but you are like a leech never satisfied. You have had from me altogether nearly twenty thousand dollars, and you'll not get much more now, mind I tell you."
What might not Eadmund the Saint, who slew Swein to save his shrine from heathen hands, be able to do for me? I would tell Ailwin presently, and ask him what vow I should make in return for this remembrance. But Ailwin came not, and I grew impatient, and went to the cottage where he dwelt as the leech, at the head of the little street towards our hall. Maybe he would be there.
"Why, what good would it do you to pull me in with you?" asked Daireh. "You know precious well. If all the facts came out I should get about two years, and you fourteen at least. You actually took the bonds; you forged the cheque. I was only your tool, employed to cash the things." "And am I to have you sucking me like a leech all my life?" cried Daireh in a shrill voice, stamping his foot.
The gray-haired leech and antiquary, Hartmann Schedel, whom Herr Wilibald, spite of the gout which sometimes forced a slight grimace to distort his smooth-shaven, clever, almost over-plump face, led by the arm like a careful son, resembled, with his long, silver locks, a patriarch or an apostle.
Goaded to fury by his wife's senseless accusation, Esteban cried: "YOUR house? By what license do you call it yours?" "Am I not married to you?" "Damnation! Yes as a leech is married to its victim. You suck my blood." "Your blood!" The woman laughed shrilly. "You have no blood; your veins run vinegar. You are a miser." "Miser! Miser! I grow sick of the word. It is all you find to taunt me with.
Many of the companions of the royal pair, among them Erasistratus, accompanied them. Hermon bade him farewell with a troubled heart, and the leech, too, parted with regret from the artist to whom, a year before, he had refused his aid.
Unable to control herself longer, she cried out in the husky voice whose hoarse tone was increased by her intense agitation: "I see it in your face, Doctor; I must be prepared for the worst." "Would to Heaven I could deny it!" he answered in a hollow tone; but Barbara urged him to speak and conceal nothing from her, not even the harshest news. The leech obeyed.
Here is the story. Tristan, nephew of King Mark of Cornwall, had gone a-warring in Ireland and had there slain Morold, the betrothed of Isolda; and to Isolda he sends as a present Morold's head. He is himself wounded, and by chance it is Isolda, "a skilful leech," who nurses him back to health.
"I would rather die," shrieked Selene, trying to draw away her foot from the leech. "Be still be still, my dear child," said the good woman, soothingly. "I know where I can take you. My house is in a garden belonging to Paulina, the widow of Pudeus, near this and close to the sea; it is not above a thousand paces off, and there you will have a soft couch and tender care.
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