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"I can't see where the comfort of that reflection comes in," said Biggleswade. "And yet you've travelled in the East," said Doyne. "I suppose you know the Valley of the Tigris as well as any man living." "Yes," said the Professor. "I can say I dug my way from Tekrit to Bagdad and left not a stone unexamined." "Perhaps, after all," Doyne remarked, "that's not quite the way to know the East."
He had done his life's work amid all extreme fiercenesses of heat and cold, in burning droughts, in simoons and in icy wildernesses, and a ray or two more of the pale sun or a flake or two more of the gentle snow of England mattered to him but little. But Biggleswade rubbed the pane with his table-napkin and gazed apprehensively at the prospect.
"For God's sake let us get away from this," cried Biggleswade. "And leave the child to die, like the others?" said Doyne. "We must see it through," said McCurdie. A silence fell upon them as they sat round in the blaze with the new-born babe wrapped in its odd swaddling clothes asleep on the pile of fur coats, and it lasted until Sir Angus McCurdie looked at his watch.
Close by the neck lay the rest of the broken bottle, whose contents had evidently run out into the snow. "Drunk?" asked Biggleswade. Doyne felt the man and laid his hand on his heart. "No," said he, "dead." McCurdie leaped to his full height. "I told you the place was uncanny!" he cried. "It's fey." Then he hammered wildly at the door. There was no response. He hammered again till it rattled.
With the first wail of the newly born infant a last convulsive shudder passed through the frame of the unconscious mother. Then three or four short gasps for breath, and the spirit passed away. She was dead. Professor Biggleswade threw a corner of the sheet over her face, for he could not bear to see it.
Next morning he set off as before, and reached Biggleswade; but there he found the river swollen and no bridge provided to enable travellers to cross to the further side. He made a considerable circuit, in the hope of finding some method of crossing the stream, and was so fortunate as to fall in with a fellow wayfarer, who led the way across some planks, Metcalf following the sound of his feet.
"I say, Paul, happier in the fish way here than you were at Biggleswade eh?" said Aaron. After we had completed our purchases, our friends went on board the corvette, and I was invited to meet them at dinner, where the aforesaid postmaster, a stout conch, with a square cut coatee and red cape and cuffs, was also a guest.
She is a beauty after my own heart; a great deal of liveliness in the face; an absence alike of form and of affected ease, and really courteous after a genuine and ladylike fashion. We reached Biggleswade to-night at six, and paused here to wait for the Lockharts. Spent the evening together. Here am I in this capital once more, after an April-weather meeting with my daughter and Lockhart.
He unshipped a lamp and examined the car, which had wedged itself against a great drift of snow on the off side. Meanwhile McCurdie and Biggleswade had alighted. "Yes, it's the axle," said the chauffeur. "Then we're done," remarked Doyne. "I'm afraid so, my lord." "What's the matter? Can't we get on?" asked Biggleswade in his querulous voice. McCurdie laughed.
McCurdie no longer railed, Professor Biggleswade forgot the dangers of bronchitis, and Lord Doyne twisted the stump of a black cigar between his lips without any desire to relight it. A tiny electric lamp inside the hood made the darkness of the world to right and left and in front of the talc windows still darker. McCurdie and Biggleswade fell into a doze. Lord Doyne chewed the end of his cigar.
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