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But Tom was not a man to whine about his bad luck. No; he looked at that new baby, and made his fingers fly faster than ever, and wore a cheerful smile for his sick wife, beside.
But I did develop. So much, that Aunty May had a sign put on the house, and nobody came near us for weeks and weeks but the nurse and the doctor, and Mr. Taylor, who used to hand things over the fence. And oh, how tired I got of being in bed, and being sick.
Suddenly, above, I heard a noise. I came to an instant halt. All was as still as the tomb. I listened; not a breath broke the silence. It never occurred to me to imagine a rat in this house of the dead, and the noise shook me. With a sick feeling about my heart I went on again. On the next floor it was lighter. Faint outlines of doors and passages were visible.
"A pack of fools!" remarked Hesper, with a calmness which in itself was scorn. "I don't deny it but amusing fools you must allow that!" "They don't amuse me." "That's your fault: you won't be amused. The more foolish they are, the more amusing I find them." "I am sick of it all. Nothing amuses me. How can it, when there is nothing behind it? You can't live on amusement.
Once, for instance, Robin chose Bruce Evelin's arms unexpectedly as a suitable place to be sick in, without drawing down upon himself any greater condemnation than a quiet, "How lucky he selected a godfather as his receptacle!" And Mr. Thrush of John's Court? One evening, when he returned home, Dion found that old phenomenon in the house paying his respects to Robin.
But some time after that deed he began to perceive that he was haunted by a spirit. "There is some invisible thing which now and again catches hold of me," he said to his comrades. And that was the avenging spirit, watching him. But about this time, many in the place fell sick. And among them was Navssârssuaq.
I could tell tales on a main few, but I bean't such a fellow as that. 'But, you see I don't run no risk except from the keeper hisself, the men as helps un, and two or three lickspittles as be always messing round after a ferreting job or some wood-cutting, and the Christmas charities. It be enough to make a man sick to see they.
One arm clasped the baby, which lay amidst the white linen Katterle had just brought. He was a pretty child, who showed no traces of the poverty in which he had been reared. Beside the widow were two little girls about six years old. The one at the left was sound asleep, with her head resting on her little fat arm. The other, at the sick woman's right, pressed her fair head upon her breast.
The man is saved from his sins, and the universe flowers yet again in his redemption. But I would not be supposed, from what I have said, to imagine the Lord without sympathy for the sorrows and pains which reveal what sin is, and by means of which he would make men sick of sin. With everything human he sympathizes.
'Course he'd been sick himself so much and all and the rest of us never had, much, and we were kind o' green about what to do in that kind o' trouble still, he did take hold, and everything went off all right; you'll have to say that much, papa. And Dr. Gurney says he's got brains, and you can't deny but what the doctor's right considerable of a man.
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