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This was so unexpected that her first impulse was to jerk away, and hurry on. Fortunately a sober second thought overcame the impulse. "Miss Alden, is the building burning? Why this haste?" Hester raised her eyes to those of the preceptress. Miss Burkham was the acme of all that was cultured and elegant.
He must have talked to me a half an hour." "And then he went home?" suggested Debby. Hester blushed. "No, Miss Burkham came up and said that I must remember there were other guests who demanded some of my time, and I had to excuse myself." Debby Alden in her thoughts gave thanks to Miss Burkham. Hester continued her chatter.
Once perceiving this, Valentine was prompt to act. It was the first flash of light in the darkness. "You mean to stand by me in this, don't you?" he asked Mr. Burkham. "With all my heart and soul." "Good. Then you must go to Dr. Jedd instantly.
"It is the idea of not living up to the conditions," replied Helen. "If you and Hester will excuse me, I will explain to Miss Burkham. Perhaps, she will not object to my going with you. She would if you were not a cousin." She went directly to the preceptress and in a few moments returned with that lady herself, who listened to the story of the difficulties.
That was why he sat so long and talked with me and I wish that Miss Burkham would have attended to something else then, and let me alone." This was said in the most childlike, guileless manner. Debby Alden almost gasped for breath. She was about to remonstrate at the expression of such opinions when a glance from Miss Richards restrained her.
I would have waited had not Miss Burkham come along and informed me that a public hallway was not the proper place for a young lady." Hester heard the words and felt the sudden touch of ironical humor in them; but she did not know of the smile which passed over the group in the room below; neither did she know Miss Burkham. "I saw her," a third voice took up the conversation.
Burkham, is the name and address of the man to whom I can intrust this dear girl's life." "Let me see. There are so many men, you know, and great men. Is it a case of consumption?" "No, thank God!" "Heart-disease, perhaps?" "No; there is no organic disease. It is a languor a wasting away." Mr. Burkham suggested other diseases whereof the outward sign was languor and wasting.
Sheldon had been melted to tears, and had gone on to praise Philip Sheldon's conduct to his dying friend, and to speak of Mr. Burkham, the strange doctor, called in too late to save, or, it might have been, incapable to save. "Sheldon seems to have a genius for calling in incapable doctors," he thought bitterly. Incapable as Mr.
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