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My mother was a great physician, and always kept ready a store of the Jesuits' bark the only good thing, my father was accustomed to say, that had ever come out of Rome. In the afternoon I walked into Blundell to bid a sort of farewell to little Patience Thurstan.
"It isn't that," said Blundell, slowly, "but you told me to improve on your plan, you know, and I've been thinking out improvements." "Well?" said the other. "It doesn't seem much good saving Daly," said Blundell; "that's what I've been thinking. He would be in as much danger as I should, and he'd get as much sympathy; perhaps more."
It's a secret, because if Venia got to hear of it she'd keep single to prevent it. She's just that sort of girl." Mr. Blundell coughed, but did not deny it. "Who is it?" he inquired. "Miss Sippet," was the reply. "She couldn't hold her own for half an hour against Venia." Mr. Blundell, a great stickler for accuracy, reduced the time to five minutes. "And now," said the aggrieved Mr.
"And I don't much care if I'm drowned," pursued the younger man, gloomily. Mr. Turnbull thrust his hands in his pockets and took a turn or two up and down the room. His brows were knitted and his lips pursed. In the presence of this mental stress Mr. Blundell preserved a respectful silence. "We'll all four go for a walk on the quay on Sunday afternoon," said Mr. Turnbull, at last.
"After a time you can open your eyes," went on his instructor; "then, if I were you, I should say, 'Good-bye, Venia, and close 'em again. Work it up affecting, and send messages to your aunts." "It sounds all right," said Blundell. "It is all right," said Mr. Turnbull. "That's just the bare idea I've given you. It's for you to improve upon it. You've got two days to think about it." Mr.
He is to arrive at Brawnton to-night, and sleep there. I shall send the carriage over for him and his assistants early to-morrow morning. You, of course, will meet him here, and the operation is to take place at eleven o'clock." In his alarm lest the doctor might be moved to express sympathy, Sir Timothy spoke with unusual severity. Dr. Blundell understood, and was silent.
"Don't you worry about that; I shall find somebody." Mr. Turnbull turned and cast a speculative eye along the quay. As a rule, he had great confidence in Blundell's determination, but on this occasion he had his doubts. "Well, it's a riddle to me," he said, slowly. "I give it up. It seems Halloa! Good heavens, be careful. You nearly had me in then." "Did I?" said Blundell, thickly.
I dare say I looked a little startled. "Challenger!" I cried. "Professor Challenger, the famous zoologist! Wasn't he the man who broke the skull of Blundell, of the Telegraph?" The news editor smiled grimly. "Do you mind? Didn't you say it was adventures you were after?" "It is all in the way of business, sir," I answered. "Exactly. I don't suppose he can always be so violent as that.
Mr. Turnbull saw to that; he wound the rope round his wrist and began to regain his presence of mind as they were drawn steadily toward the steps. Willing hands drew them out of the water and helped them up on to the quay, where Mr. Turnbull, sitting in his own puddle, coughed up salt water and glared ferociously at the inanimate form of Mr. Blundell.
Nobody paid any attention to him; even Venia, seeing that he was safe, was on her knees by the side of the unconscious Blundell. "He he's shamming," bawled the neglected Mr. Turnbull. "Shame!" said somebody, without even looking round. "He pushed me in," repeated Mr. Turnbull. "He pushed me in." "Oh, father," said Venia, with a scandalised glance at him, "how can you?"
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