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And what do you think he said besides? He said perhaps he'd take the monkey home with him." "I wonder what's the matter with the poor creature?" Carmina asked. "After what Mr. Ovid has told us, I think I know," Miss Minerva answered. "Doctor Benjulia wouldn't be interested in the monkey unless it had a disease of the brain." Ovid had promised to return to Carmina in a minute.
I didn't think much of you or your lungs when you were a baby." "Is he coming to himself?" Carmina asked. "Do you know what a pump is?" Benjulia rejoined. "Very well; a pump sometimes gets out of order. Give the carpenter time, and he'll put it right again." He let his mighty hand drop on Ovid's breast. "This pump is out of order; and I'm the carpenter. Give me time, and I'll set it right again.
They met on the landing, outside Carmina's room. Zo possessed herself of the bamboo cane, and led the way in. "Carmina! here's the big stick, I told you about," she announced. "Whose stick, dear?" Zo returned to the landing. "Come in, Benjulia," she said and seized him by the coat-tails. Mr. Null rose instinctively. Was this his celebrated colleague?
When Ovid opened the conversation, he changed the subject directly. "Benjulia! what brings You to the Zoological Gardens?" "One of the monkeys has got brain disease; and they fancy I might like to see the beast before they kill him. Have you been thinking lately of that patient we lost?" Not at the moment remembering the patient, Ovid made no immediate reply.
"Whoever she is," he proceeded, "Zo wonders why you don't kiss her." This specimen of Benjulia's attempts at pleasantry was not exactly to Ovid's taste. He shifted the topic to his little sister. "You were always fond of Zo," he said. Benjulia looked thoroughly puzzled. Fondness for anybody was, to all appearance, one of the few subjects on which he had not qualified himself to offer an opinion.
The two brothers returned to their chairs; reduced for once to the same moral level. "Now," said Benjulia, "what is it to be? The favourite public bugbear? Vivisection?" "Yes." "Very well. What can I do for you?" "Tell me first," said Lemuel, "what is Law?" "Nobody knows." "Well, then, what ought it to be?" "Justice, I suppose." "Let me wait a bit, Nathan, and get that into my mind."
I have been a vain man, since that brightest and best of all possible days when you first made your confession when you said that you loved me. "Look back in my letter, and you will see Mr. Morphew mentioned as a new friend of mine, in Canada. I became acquainted with him through a letter of introduction, given to me by Benjulia.
Mindful of visits from tradespeople, anxious to see his mistress, and provided beforehand with letters to be delivered immediately, the boy took a pecuniary view of Mr. Le Frank's errand at the house. "Another of them," he thought, "wanting his money." As he placed the letter on the hall-table, the library door opened, and Benjulia appeared weary already of waiting, without occupation, for Mrs.
"What have I said to distress you?" she asked wonderingly, when she found Teresa crying. Soon after sunrise, there came a long interval of repose. At the later time when Benjulia arrived, she was quiet and uncomplaining. The change for the worse which had induced Teresa to insist on sending for him, was perversely absent. Mr.
They stood looking at each other with the suspicious curiosity of two strange cats. Between Nathan Benjulia, the famous doctor, and Lemuel Benjulia, the publisher's clerk, there was just family resemblance enough to suggest that they were relations.
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