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"Margaret," said he, "where's Atty? bring him to me bring him to me!" "Your son was hurt," replied the doctor, "and has just gone to sleep." "He is dead," said Art, "he is dead, he will never waken from that sleep and it was I that killed him!"
Sure I never refuse to do any thing for you, Atty; do I now?" "Well, then, will you come to bed for me?" "To be sure I will, at wanst;" and the unhappy man instantly rose and staggered into his bedroom, aided and supported by his wife and child; for the latter lent whatever little assistance he could give to his drunken father, whom he tenderly loved.
And you, Atty, avourneen, jist go out with him, and hould the candle while he's doin' it: be quick now, and I'll give you glasses a-piece when you come in." "Let them put him up quickly; but I say, you Caliban," added the stranger, addressing Smith, "don't be rash about him except you can bear fire and brimstone; get him, at all events, a good feed of oats.
"I mean, I should wish in my house to have the children always accustomed to come to the parents' table as soon as they were old enough to handle a knife and fork." "Should you?" said Dr. Grey, quite startling her, for she thought he had not been attending to the conversation. "Then we will have Titia and Atty to breakfast with us to-morrow."
The others, three in number, were grouped together for the same reason; for poor little Atty who, though so very young, was his mother's only support, and hope, and consolation sat with an arm about each, in order, as well as he could, to keep off the cold the night being stormy and bitter.
This gentleman and I have quarrel enough between us, I suspect, to make a right bloody encounter." "The dependence is good enough, sir," said Cary, licking his sinful lips at the thought. "Very well. Rapiers and shirts at three tomorrow morning Is that the bill of fare? Ask Sir Richard where, Atty? It is against punctilio now for me to speak to him till after I am killed." "On the sands opposite.
And yonder about that grey urn where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know not what of arresting in her pose then, Our Lady of the Cherries, a comely brace of them pendent from an ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of the skin so daintily against the cool ardent fruit.
"He is," she replied, "he has opened his eyes this minute, and I want you to spake to him." They both entered stealthily, and to their inexpressible delight heard the child's voice; they paused, breathlessly paused, and heard him utter, in a low sweet voice, the following words "Daddy, won't you come to bed wid me, wid your own Atty?"
I sent over Nanny Hart to my sisther's, an' when she comes back yell get something; so have patience, darlins, till then." "But, mother," continued little Atty, who could not understand her allusion to the sleep from which there is no awakening; "what kind of sleep is it that people never waken from?" "The sleep that's in the grave, Atty, dear; death is the sleep I mean."
"Oh, Art, darlin', I can think of nothing now, asthore, but our love," she replied, bursting into a flood of tears, in which she was joined by the children Atty, the unconscious Atty, only excepted. "An' I can think of little else," said he, "than our sorrows and sufferins, an' all the woful evil that I brought upon you and them."
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