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Updated: May 31, 2025
The next few weeks were for me, as for the invalids, a low delirium, clouded with fantastic memories of Portuguese officials trying to tax calves'-foot jelly; voluble doctors insisting that true typhoid was unknown in the island; nurses who had to be exercised, taken out of themselves, and returned on the tick of change of guard; night slides down glassy, cobbled streets, smelling of sewage and flowers, between walls whose every stone and patch Attley and I knew; vigils in stucco verandahs, watching the curve and descent of great stars or drawing auguries from the break of dawn; insane interludes of gambling at the local Casino, where we won heaps of unconsoling silver; blasts of steamers arriving and departing in the roads; help offered by total strangers, grabbed at or thrust aside; the long nightmare crumbling back into sanity one forenoon under a vine-covered trellis, where Attley sat hugging a nurse, while the others danced a noiseless, neat-footed breakdown never learned at the Middlesex Hospital.
'My dear boy, my dear boy, don't you ever give anything to a woman, Attley snorted. It appeared that, a month after Miss Sichliffe took him, the dog Harvey developed distemper.
Godfrey and me coming through the French window 'when he's stronger. Attley, the well-meaning man, to make me feel at ease, asked what I thought of the name. 'Oh, splendid, I said at random. 'H with an A, A with an R, R with a 'But that's Little Bingo, some one said, and they all laughed.
"Member of what?" cried she, not guessing at the actual meaning. "Of parliament, Miss Corny; to replace Mr. Attley. The gentlemen came to solicit him to be put in nomination." "Solicit a donkey!" irascibly uttered Miss Corny, for the tidings did not meet her approbation. "Did Archibald turn them out again?" "He gave them no direct answer, ma'am.
"Didn't get quite as far. What's the row here?" "When did you arrive, Mr. Otway?" inquired old Dill. "Now. Four o'clock train. I say, what's up?" "An election; that's all," said Mr. Ebenezer. "Attley went and kicked the bucket." "I don't ask about the election; I heard all that at the railway station," returned Otway Bethel, impatiently. "What's this?" waving his hand at the crowd.
There we lay off Funchal for weeks, while Shend did miracles of luxury and attendance through deputies, and never once asked how his guests were enjoying themselves. Indeed, for several days at a time we would see nothing of him. He was, he said, subject to malaria. Giving as they do with both hands, I knew that Attley and Mrs.
But who shall return us our children? The Dog Hervey My friend Attley, who would give away his own head if you told him you had lost yours, was giving away a six-months-old litter of Bettina's pups, and half-a-dozen women were in raptures at the show on Mittleham lawn. We picked by lot. Mrs. Godfrey drew first choice; her married daughter, second.
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