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Wiley were added to the dinner-party at Fairfield that evening, and Lady Latimer gave Miss Fairfax a quiet reminder that she might have to be on her guard, for the rector was as deficient in tact as ever. And so he proved. He first announced that the fever had broken out again at Littlemire and Marsh-End, after the shortest lull he recollected, thus taking away Mr.
"You have heard that the fever has broken out again?" he said with visible trepidation. "I have no case of fever myself. I hear that Robb has." "Yes two in one house. Now, what precautions do you recommend against infection?" "For nervous persons the best precaution is to keep out of the way of infection." "You would recommend me to keep away from Marsh-End, then?
He held out his hand, and was moving off when Mr. Wiley's visage put on a solemn shade of warning: "It will carry you through Marsh-End. I would avoid Marsh-End just now if I were you a nasty, dangerous place. The fever is never long absent. I don't go there myself at present."
The young man wrought himself up into such a state of agitation and excitement that he never reached Marsh-End nor saw Mr. Moxon at all that day. He turned, and bent his steps by a circuitous path to a woodland nook where he had left his friend Christie at work a couple of hours ago. "Back again so soon?
It never occurred to me the cruel sin I'd done till Robb came along, begging and praying of me to go to them forlorn poor creturs at Marsh-End. For it is the fever, sir. Mr. Wiley got wind of it, and sent Robb over to make sure." "Lost in misery they are. Fling away your dirty hire, and be off to Marsh-End, Mrs. Wallop.
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