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'Well, said the doctor, 'I am sorry to hear it, because you do that sort of thing admirably. Pray, how is Brittles? 'The boy is very well, sir, said Mr. Giles, recovering his usual tone of patronage; 'and sends his respectful duty, sir. 'That's well, said the doctor. 'Seeing you here, reminds me, Mr.
'Hush! replied the young lady; 'you frighten my aunt as much as the thieves did. Is the poor creature much hurt? 'Wounded desperate, miss, replied Giles, with indescribable complacency. 'He looks as if he was a-going, miss, bawled Brittles, in the same manner as before. 'Wouldn't you like to come and look at him, miss, in case he should? 'Hush, pray; there's a good man! rejoined the lady.
I'll call up that poor lad, Brittles, and save him from being murdered in his bed; or his throat," I says, "may be cut from his right ear to his left, without his ever knowing it." Here, all eyes were turned upon Brittles, who fixed his upon the speaker, and stared at him, with his mouth wide open, and his face expressive of the most unmitigated horror.
Blathers and Duff, attended by the native constable, Brittles, Giles, and everybody else in short, went into the little room at the end of the passage and looked out at the window; and afterwards went round by way of the lawn, and looked in at the window; and after that, had a candle handed out to inspect the shutter with; and after that, a lantern to trace the footsteps with; and after that, a pitchfork to poke the bushes with.
Brittles headed a low murmur, by which the ladies and gentlemen generally were understood to express the gratification they derived from Mr. Giles's condescension. Mr. Giles looked round with a patronising air, as much as to say that so long as they behaved properly, he would never desert them. 'How is the patient to-night, sir? asked Giles. 'So-so'; returned the doctor.
"We're dead men, I think, Brittles," I says, continued Giles; "but don't be frightened." 'Was he frightened? asked the cook. 'Not a bit of it, replied Mr. Giles. 'He was as firm ah! pretty near as firm as I was. 'I should have died at once, I'm sure, if it had been me, observed the housemaid. 'You're a woman, retorted Brittles, plucking up a little. 'Brittles is right, said Mr.
'What a precious muddle-headed chap you are! said Duff, addressing Mr. Giles, with supreme contempt. Mr. Losberne had been feeling the patient's pulse during this short dialogue; but he now rose from the chair by the bedside, and remarked, that if the officers had any doubts upon the subject, they would perhaps like to step into the next room, and have Brittles before them.
Thank my stars, I know my sitiwation. To tell the truth, the little man did seem to know his situation, and to know perfectly well that it was by no means a desirable one; for his teeth chattered in his head as he spoke. 'You are afraid, Brittles, said Mr. Giles. 'I an't, said Brittles. 'You are, said Giles. 'You're a falsehood, Mr. Giles, said Brittles. 'You're a lie, Brittles, said Mr.
At this point of the narrative the cook turned pale, and asked the housemaid to shut the door: who asked Brittles, who asked the tinker, who pretended not to hear. Heerd a noise, continued Mr. Giles. 'I says, at first, "This is illusion"; and was composing myself off to sleep, when I heerd the noise again, distinct. 'What sort of a noise? asked the cook.
This done, amidst the breathless interest of all beholders, they came in again; and Mr. Giles and Brittles were put through a melodramatic representation of their share in the previous night's adventures: which they performed some six times over: contradicting each other, in not more than one important respect, the first time, and in not more than a dozen the last.
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