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"I shall have to get an assistant, after all, Miss Deb. I find it doesn't answer to go quite without meals and sleep; and that's what I have done lately." "So you have, Mr. Jan. I say every day to Amilly that it can't go on, for you to be walked off your legs in this way. Have you heard the cheering news, Mr. Jan? Sibylla's come home. We are going to her now, at Verner's Pride?"
West, who liked eating as well as ever did Master Cheese, surveyed the table with complacency as he sat down to it, ignoring the dinner he had spoken of to Jan. Amilly sat by him, heaping his plate with what he liked best, and Deborah made the tea. "I have been observing to Mr. Jan that you are beginning to look very old, Deb," remarked the doctor; "Amilly also." It was a cruel shaft.
He said you cautioned him not to speak of it to me or Amilly. I quite appreciate your motives, Mr. Jan, and feel that it was very considerate of you. But now that I have heard it, I want to know particulars from somebody more reliable than Master Cheese." "I told Lionel I'd say nothing to any soul in the parish," said Jan, open and single-minded as though he had been made of glass.
"Tell papa it is the leaving Verner's Pride that has killed me," said Sibylla to Amilly with nearly her latest breath. There was no bed for any of them that night, any more than there had been the previous one. A life was hovering in the balance. Lucy sat with Lady Verner, and the rest went in to them occasionally, taking news. Dawn was breaking when one went in for the last time. It was Jan.
"Who told you anything was being said?" asked Jan. "It was Master Cheese. Mr. Jan, folks have seemed queer lately. The servants have whispered together, and then have glanced at me and Amilly, and I knew there was something wrong, but I could not get at it. This morning, when I picked up this note it's not five minutes ago, Mr.
The doctor intimated that she and Amilly would continue to live on in the house with Mr. Jan's permission, whom he had asked to afford them house-room; and he more loudly promised to transmit them one hundred pounds per annum, in stated payments, as might be convenient to him. The letter was read three times over by both sisters.
It might be painful to your feelings, then, to have to say to Deborah and Amilly 'You must leave my house: there's no further place for you in it. Now, in this dissolution of partnership, the change can take place as in the natural course of events." Jan had opened his great eyes wonderingly at the words. "I marry!" uttered he. "What should bring me marrying?"
They chose, rather, to sit in plain attire, and hide themselves in the humblest and most retired apartment. They took no pride now in anointing their scanty curls with castor oil, in contriving for their dress, in setting off their persons. Vanity seemed to have gone out for Deborah and Amilly West.
"I think I should put Janus Verner, instead of Jan," suggested Lionel, with a half smile. "Law!" repeated Jan. "Nobody would know it was meant for me if I put Janus. Shall I have 'Mr. tacked on to it, Lionel? 'Mr. Jan Verner." "Of course you will," answered Lionel. "What is going to be done about Deborah and Amilly West?" "In what way?" "As to their residence." "You saw what Dr.
I kept my eye on him. I thought a queer fellow like that might be going to walk off with some physic, like Miss Amilly walks off the castor oil. Presently he comes to that door. 'Where does this lead to? said he. 'A private room, said I, 'and please to keep your hands off it. Not he. He lays hold of the false knob, and shakes it, and turns it, and pushes the door, trying to open it.
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