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"An interesting case, isn't it?" he remarked. "You were called into consultation by Mr. Null," Ovid continued; "and you approved of his ignorant treatment you, who knew better." "I should think I did!" Benjulia rejoined. "You deliberately encouraged an incompetent man; you let that poor girl go on from bad to worse for some vile end of your own." Benjulia good-naturedly corrected him. "No, no.
Ovid's natural generosity of feeling urged him to meet the advance, strangely as it had been made, with a friendly reception. "I am afraid it is I who have been rude," he said. "Will you go back with me, and be introduced to Carmina?" Benjulia made his acknowledgments in his own remarkable way. "No, thank you," he said, quietly, "I'd rather see the monkey."
"The case causes us serious anxiety. The complications are formidable. Doctor Benjulia himself " "In plain words, Mr. Null, can she be moved?" This produced a definite answer. "Quite impossible." She only ventured to put her next question after waiting a little to control herself. "Is that foreign woman, the nurse the only nurse in attendance?" "Don't speak of her, Mrs. Gallilee!
"When I was at leisure to go to the club at which we were accustomed to meet, he had left Rome. From that time to this I rejoice to say it I have never set eyes on him." The obstacles which had prevented the refutation of the calumny from reaching Benjulia were now revealed. Mr. Mool had only to hear, next, how that refutation had been obtained.
The child saw the change in her father, as Benjulia had seen it. She shared one human feeling with her big friend she, too, was surprised. THE first signs of reviving life had begun to appear, when Marceline answered the bell. In a few minutes more, it was possible to raise Mrs. Gallilee and to place her on the sofa. Having so far assisted the servant, Mr.
Even as the cry for help passed her lips, she saw help coming. A tall man was approaching her not running, even when he saw what had happened; only stalking with long strides. He was followed by one of the keepers of the gardens. Doctor Benjulia had his sick monkey to take care of. He kept the creature sheltered under his long frock-coat.
The man suddenly stood up stared at him and said, "Hullo! is it you or your ghost?" His face was in shadow, but his voice answered for him. The man was Benjulia. "Have you come to see me?" he asked. "No." "Won't you shake hands?" "No." "What's wrong?" Ovid waited to answer until he had steadied his temper. "I have seen Carmina," he said. Benjulia went on with his smoking.
"We all of us have our troubles in life," Benjulia went on; "and Miss B. had her troubles. For a long time, she was out of a situation; and she had no kind parents to help her. Miss B. was an orphan. Her little savings were almost gone." It was too distressing. The cook took out her handkerchief, and pitied Miss B. with all her heart. The doctor proceeded.
Zo started and wriggled under his touch. He observed her with as serious an interest as if he had been conducting a medical experiment. "That's how you make our dog kick with his leg," said Zo, recalling her experience of the doctor in the society of the dog. "How do you do it?" "I touch the Cervical Plexus," Doctor Benjulia answered as gravely as ever.
"I hear you have been reading a story," he resumed. "What is the name of it?" "'Pamela; or Virtue Rewarded, sir." Benjulia went on with his smoking. The cook, thus far demure and downcast, lifted her eyes experimentally. He was still looking at her. Did he want encouragement? The cook cautiously offered a little literary information, "The author's name is on the book, sir. Name of Richardson."
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