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His mother told him that his uncle had a very nice plan for his conveyance. Mr Annanby approved of it, and thought he might be moved the first sunny day. "What, to-morrow?" "Yes, if the sun shines." Mr Tooke unbolted the shutter, and declared that it was such a bright starry evening that he thought to-morrow would be fine. The morning was fine; and during the very finest part of it came Mr Shaw.
Mr Annanby thought he was doing very well; and that he would not be the worse for a little amusement and a little fatigue this morning, if it did not go on too long. So Phil was sent for, when the surgeon was gone. As he entered, his mother went out to speak to Mr Tooke, and write home.
Annanby thought he was doing very well; and that he would not be the worse for a little amusement and a little fatigue this morning, if it did not go on too long. So Phil was sent for, when the surgeon was gone. As he entered, his mother went out to speak to Mr. Tooke, and write home. She then heard from Mr.
When warmed and cheered by his coffee, Hugh gave a broad hint that he should like to see Phil, and one or two more boys particularly Dale. His mother told him that the surgeon, Mr Annanby, would be coming soon. If he gave leave, Phil should come in, and perhaps Dale. So Hugh was prepared with a strong entreaty to Mr Annanby on the subject; but no entreaty was needed.
"To my bed!" said the master, when he saw: and in an instant the gardener had his orders to saddle Mr Tooke's horse, and ride to London for an eminent surgeon: stopping by the way to beg Mr and Mrs Shaw to come, and bring with them the surgeon who was their neighbour, Mr Annanby. "Who did it?" "Who pulled him down?" passed from mouth to mouth of the household.
His mother told him that his uncle had a very nice plan for his conveyance. Mr. Annanby approved of it, and thought he might be moved the first sunny day. "What, to-morrow?" "Yes, if the sun shines." Mr. Tooke unbolted the shutter, and declared that it was such a bright starry evening that he thought to-morrow would be fine. The morning was fine; and during the very finest part of it came Mr.
When warmed and cheered by his coffee, Hugh gave a broad hint that he should like to see Phil, and one or two more boys particularly Dale. His mother told him that the surgeon, Mr. Annanby, would be coming soon. If he gave leave, Phil should come in, and perhaps Dale. So Hugh was prepared with a strong entreaty to Mr. Annanby on the subject; but no entreaty was needed. Mr.
Tooke's horse, and ride to London for an eminent surgeon: stopping by the way to beg Mr. and Mrs. Shaw to come, and bring with them the surgeon who was their neighbour, Mr. Annanby. "Who did it?" "Who pulled him down?" passed from mouth to mouth of the household. "He wont tell, noble fellow," cried Firth. "Don't ask him. Never ask him who pulled him down."
"Was that what Mr Tooke meant by the surgeon's relieving me of my pain?" "Yes, it was." "Then it will be before night. Is it quite certain, uncle?" "Mr Annanby thinks so. Your foot is too much hurt ever to be cured. Do you think you can bear it, Hugh?" "Why, yes, I suppose so. So many people have. It is less than some of the savages bear.
Mr. Annanby did scarcely anything to the foot at present. He soon covered it up again, and said he would return in time to meet the surgeon who was expected from London. Then Hugh and his uncle were alone. Mr.
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