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Walton speaks of a urethral calculus gradually increasing in size for fifty years. Ashburn shows what he considers the largest calculus ever removed from the urethra. It was 2 1/8 inches long, and 1 1/4 inches in diameter; it was white on the outside, very hard, and was shaped and looked much like a potato. Its dry weight was 660 grains.
'Oh, but that must be quite enough for you, Mr. Ashburn! And Mabel Langton is always such a puzzle to me. I never can quite make up my mind if she is really as sweet as she seems.
Ashburn first if it is not true that this book "Illusion," which has rendered him so famous, is not his book at all that from beginning to end it was written by another. Is he bold enough to deny it? Mark made no answer. Mabel had almost laughed to hear so preposterous a question it was not wonderful that he should scorn to reply. Suddenly she looked at his face, and her heart sickened.
Ashburn has admitted that he did not write "Illusion:" he might have added that he stole the book in a very treacherous and disgraceful way. I am sorry to use words of this sort, but when you know all, you will understand that I have some excuse. Mr. Holroyd can tell you the story better than I can: he is the man who has been wronged, the real author of "Illusion"!
They found the young people, with a married sister of Mrs. Featherstone, sitting round a small table on which was a heap of cartes-de-visite, as they used to be called for no very obvious reason. Gilda Featherstone, a lively brunette, with the manner of a young lady accustomed to her own way, looked up from the table to welcome Mark. 'You've caught us all at a very frivolous game, Mr. Ashburn.
And now, do tell me, Mr. Ashburn, because of course you can read people's characters so clearly, you know, what do you think of Mabel, really and truly?
'Yes, sir, said Colin, shyly, still rather overcome by so unexpected an apparition, and thinking this would be something to tell 'the fellows' next day. Mabel laughed merrily. 'Mr. Ashburn, I wonder how many more people you will turn out to be! she said. 'If you knew how afraid I was of you when I used to help Colin with his Latin exercises, and how angry when you found me out in any mistakes!
A letter for you, Matthew? read away, don't mind me, for the maid had come in meanwhile with a letter, which Matthew Ashburn opened and began to read at this permission. Presently he rubbed his forehead perplexedly: 'I can't make head or tail of it, he said feebly; 'I don't know who they are, or what they write all this to me for!
I wonder if any such grow in the woods about Hillsover. In spite of the red leaves, the day is warm as summer, and the windows stand wide open. I suppose it is cooler with you, but I know it is delicious cold. Now that I think of it, you must be in Ashburn by this time. I hope you will enjoy every moment of your vacation. "Oct. 19th.
Still 'Illusion' had revealed a nature the nobility of which no weaknesses could obscure, and if his daily life did not quite bear out such indications, he was Mark Ashburn, and she loved him. Nothing could alter that. Some weeks later Vincent returned from Italy, and one of the first persons he met was Harold Caffyn.
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