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"Bless you, no! That's just a drop of Condy's fluid, that is, so's your foot shouldn't get any poison in it." "That's right, Mrs. Denman," said Roger. "Give me that linen stuff now, and then get me some more hot water." Nan watched him lift and skilfully bandage the slightly damaged foot.
This fellow had the impudence, after coming to see the chicken-yard, to get me to introduce him to my son Jason; little more than the man that never was born did I guess at his meaning by this visit: he gets him a correct list fairly drawn out from my son Jason of all my master's debts, and goes straight round to the creditors and buys them all up, which he did easy enough, seeing the half of them never expected to see their money out of Sir Condy's hands.
Disregarding all Condy's inquiries, she counted it, making little piles of the gold and silver and nickel pieces. "Thirty-five and seven is forty-two," she murmured, counting off on her fingers, "and six is forty-eight, and ten is fifty-eight, and ten is sixty-eight; and here is ten, twenty, thirty, fifty-five cents in change." She thrust it all toward him, across the table.
The white animals were more discernible to the eye behind a Mauser. Condy's Fluid was the "varnish" utilised; and curious to relate, one noble steed was, not khaki, but green after treatment. Perhaps he wanted to be shot. A fund for the benefit of the families whose bread-winners had fallen in the defence of Kimberley was opened on Friday. The right man put the collection in motion; Mr.
Condy, "that other people have any thing at all to do in this matter. We know our grief to be real, and need no artificial incitements to keep it alive. Black garments cannot add to our sorrow." But Mrs. Condy shook her head, and the daughters shook their heads, and the end of the matter was, Mr. Condy's purse-strings were loosened, and the required amount of money handed over.
At the end, Blix's little eyes were snapping like sparks; Condy's face was flaming, his hands were cold, and he was shifting his weight from foot to foot, like an excited thoroughbred horse. "Heavens and earth, what a yarn!" he exclaimed almost in a whisper. Blix drew a long, tremulous breath and sat back upon the upturned box, looking around her as though she had but that moment been awakened.
Even the nurse washes herself in Condy's Fluid after being near me." "Miss Battersby must take her chance like the rest of us. I've come to talk about Lalage." "I told the Canon last night," I said, "that I'm not capable of dealing with Lalage. I really am not. I know because I've often tried." "Listen to me for a minute," said Miss Pettigrew. "We've got to get Lalage out of this.
The thought of death always referred itself to her own near approach to the thick shadows and the dark valley. "Yes, he is with the angels," was the brief response of Ellen. Just at that moment the door opened, and Mrs. Condy's chambermaid entered. "Good morning, Lucy, how do you do?" said Ellen, rising. "How is Mrs. Condy and all the family?" "They are very well, Miss Ellen," replied Lucy. "Mrs.
But he of the black mustache followed Condy's glance, noted the picture of which he spoke, and snorted contemptuously. They even heard him mutter beneath his mustache: "BARKENTINE your eye!" "No doubt as to which is the captain now," whispered Condy so soon as the other had removed from him a glance of withering scorn.
He tried to do her a bad turn some weeks ago, and she's just the woman to resent it." "But the young lady was never in the inside of my house, and never set eyes on Sabina. How could it be that she " "I know what you're going to say," said Meldon. "She couldn't have had anything to do with the Condy's Fluid or the paraffin oil. That's true, of course.
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