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Instead of attempting it, I took another way to stop her ravings. Lifting the child out of her hands, I first listened at its heart, and then, finding it was really dead, Philemon, I have seen too many lifeless children not to know, I began slowly to undress it. "What are you doing?" she cried. "Mrs. Webb, Mrs. Webb, what are you doing?"
"I want to know if YOU do!" Everything in the child's person, at this, announced that it was easy to know. "Not for a moment." "Not the two now?" Mrs. Wix had caught on; she flushed with it. "Only him alone?" "Him alone or nobody." "Not even ME?" cried Mrs. Wix. Maisie looked at her a moment, then began to undress. "Oh you're nobody!"
The man shook his head, and with a gesture of despair sat down. "Of course you mustn't cry," said the young lady. "It's only little babies cry. If you are ill, dear, you must undress and go to sleep. . . . Let us take off your things!" When the child had been undressed and pacified a silence reigned again.
He doubted, in his thoughts, whether the city girls would "turn up their noses" at him, and if they did, they might, for all that he cared, for there were plenty of rural beauties with whom he could console himself. But, like his father, he felt that the careless undress and freedom of their farm life would be criticised by the new-comers.
Marshalling the blacks before him like a company of soldiers the women, thanks to my prudent instructions, being more or less decently dressed, the men considerably less decently, and the younger children of both sexes being elegantly clad in Nature's undress uniform Jack vigorously addressed his listeners thus: "Big feast made ready for plenty black-fellow to-day, but black-fellow must make clean himself before feast."
In half-an-hour they came back, and for a few minutes longer stayed chatting, then the Vicomte yawned and held out his watch with a laugh. The Sheik went with him to his tent and sat down on the side of his guest's camp-bed. Saint Hubert dismissed the waiting Henri with a nod and started to undress silently.
On our former visit the old lady and her sons had watched us undress and get into bed, but on this occasion three buxom daughters, of ages ranging from sixteen to twenty-two, appeared about the time for retiring, and stationed themselves in a row near the door, where they watched us with silent curiosity.
At last a door opened and Rachimburg entered, according to etiquette, to undress the king. The faithful servant appeared greatly vexed to find him without a light, groping along the wall. "Where is that infernal doctor?" asked Charming, foaming with rage. "It is more than an hour, sire, since His Excellency quitted the palace." "Who is talking of Wieduwillst?" cried the king.
He arrived in time to see a plain carriage with servants in grey undress liveries, driving from the porch and caught a glimpse, within the vehicle, of the golden ringlets of a child. He darted forward, he threw himself almost before the horses. The coachman drew in, and with an angry exclamation, very much like an oath, whipped his horses aside and went off. But that momentary pause sufficed.
Let me hear your voice, jewel; only let me hear your voice." Una stooped and affectionately kissed her, but made no reply for some minutes. She then began to undress, which she did in fits and starts; sometimes pausing, in evident abstraction, for a considerable time, and again resuming the task of preparing for bed.
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