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Sometimes it's a particular nurse that does the trick; but whoever it is, it's a great vital fact. Well, that's the part you played to Mr. Shiel Crozier of Lammis and Castlegarry aforetime. He owes you much." "I am glad of that," she said softly, her eyes on the distance. "She is in love with him in spite of what she says," remarked the Young Doctor to himself.
Perhaps the tale was the more impressive because of Crozier's deep baritone voice, capable, as it was, of much modulation, yet, except when. he was excited, having a slight monotone like the note of a violin with the mute upon the strings. This was his tale: "Well, to begin with, I was born at Castlegarry, in Kerry you know the main facts from what I said in court. As a boy I wasn't so bad a sort.
There was no other way save to lie. "How should I know? It was enough for me to get her letter," she replied. "At Castlegarry?" What was there to do? She must keep faith with Kitty, who had given her this sight of her husband again. "Forwarded from Lammis," she said. "It reached me before the doctor's cable."
"Where were you born?" "In Ireland." "What part of Ireland?" "County Kerry." "What place what town or city or village in County Kerry?" "In neither." "What house, then what estate?" Burlingame was more than nettled; and he sharpened his sword. "The estate of Castlegarry." "What was your name in Ireland?"
"Where were you born?" "In Ireland." "What part of Ireland?" "County Kerry." "What place what town or city or village in County Kerry?" "In neither." "What house, then what estate?" Burlingame was more than nettled; and he sharpened his sword. "The estate of Castlegarry." "What was your name in Ireland?"
"Then you steamed the letter open and read it too?" asked Kitty sarcastically. "Certainly not. Ladies first-and last," was the equally sarcastic answer. "I cabled to Castlegarry, his father's place, also to Lammis that he mentioned when he told us his story. Crozier of Lammis, he was." "Well, I wrote to the London address in the letter," added Kitty. "I don't think she'll come.
"Yes, Lammis," the sick man went on. "Castlegarry was my father's place, but my mother left me Lammis. When I got control of it, and of the securities she left, I felt my oats, as they say; and I wasn't long in making a show of courage, not to say rashness, in following my leader. He gave me luck for a time, indeed so great that I could even breed horses of my own.
There was no other way save to lie. "How should I know? It was enough for me to get her letter," she replied. "At Castlegarry?" What was there to do? She must keep faith with Kitty, who had given her this sight of her husband again. "Forwarded from Lammis," she said. "It reached me before the doctor's cable."
"Then you steamed the letter open and read it too?" asked Kitty sarcastically. "Certainly not. Ladies first-and last," was the equally sarcastic answer. "I cabled to Castlegarry, his father's place, also to Lammis that he mentioned when he told us his story. Crozier of Lammis, he was." "Well, I wrote to the London address in the letter," added Kitty. "I don't think she'll come.
The last picture flashing before his eyes, as he sat there alone, was of himself and his elder brother, Garnett, now master of Castlegarry, racing ponies to reach the lodge-gates before they closed for the night, after a day of disobedience and truancy.