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Blundell, who had risen with the idea of acting the humble but, in his opinion, highly necessary part of chaperon, sat down again and watched blankly from the window until they were out of sight. He was half inclined to think that the exigencies of the case warranted him in arousing the farmer at once. It was an hour later when the farmer awoke, to find himself alone with Mr.
It was an incredible thing to suppose, but at the same time he felt that there was nothing like being on the safe side, and in tones not quite free from significance he intimated his desire of changing places with his awkward friend. "It's all right," said Blundell, soothingly. "I know it is," said Mr. Turnbull, regarding him fixedly; "but I prefer this side. You very near had me over just now."
"Exactly," said the doctor, dryly. "But what shall I do with Peter's letter?" said the unhappy recipient. "Not one word to Sir Timothy. Agitation or distress of mind at such a moment would be the worst thing in the world for him." "But I can't let Peter sail without a word to his people. And his mother. Good God, Blundell! Is Lady Mary to lose husband and son in one day?"
"You will say that I forbade you to make the communication," he said, with rather a displeased air. "I beg your pardon," said Dr. Blundell, "but " "I am not offended," interrupted Sir Timothy, mistaking remonstrance for apology. He was quite honestly incapable of supposing that his physician would presume to argue with him.
Miss Turnbull sobbed and took his hand. "He's shamming," roared Mr. Turnbull, incensed beyond measure at the faithful manner in which Blundell was carrying out his instructions. "He pushed me in." There was an angry murmur from the bystanders. "Be reasonable, Mr. Turnbull," said the sergeant, somewhat sharply. "He nearly lost 'is life over you," said the stout fisherman.
Turnbull, longingly; "always did, from a child." The two young men looked at each other; then they looked at Venia; the sergeant assumed an expression of careless ease, while John Blundell sat his chair like a human limpet. Mr. Turnbull almost groaned as he remembered his tenacity. "The garden's looking very nice," he said, with a pathetic glance round. "Beautiful," assented the sergeant.
"Do you mean to tell me that you are backing out of it?" demanded Mr. Turnbull. "No," said Blundell, slowly, "but it would be much better if I saved somebody else. I don't want Daly to be pitied." "Bah! you are backing out of it," said the irritated Mr. Turnbull. "You're afraid of a little cold water." "No, I'm not," said Blundell; "but it would be better in every way to save somebody else.
Blundell, but I would not consent to make a question of a momentous fact which is no longer to be considered as a subject for trivial discussions, but to be acted upon with silent promptitude. It signifies nothing that wise and experienced practitioners have sometimes doubted the reality of the danger in question; no man has the right to doubt it any longer.
Turnbull, "and a sensible girl would appreciate it. Instead of that, she only sniffed when I told her how careful you always were to wear flannel next to your skin. She said she liked dare-devils." "I suppose she thinks Daly is a dare-devil," said the offended Mr. Blundell. "And I wish people wouldn't talk about me and my skin. Why can't they mind their own business?" Mr.
Turnbull, "now, so far as I can see, she's struck with Daly. If she has him it'll be years and years before they can marry. She seems crazy about heroes. She was talking to me the other night about them. Not to put too fine a point on it, she was talking about you." Mr. Blundell blushed with pleased surprise. "Said you were not a hero," explained Mr. Turnbull. "Of course, I stuck up for you.
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