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Chillip the Doctor, to whose good offices I was indebted in the very first chapter of this history, sat reading a newspaper in the shadow of an opposite corner. He was tolerably stricken in years by this time; but, being a mild, meek, calm little man, had worn so easily, that I thought he looked at that moment just as he might have looked when he sat in our parlour, waiting for me to be born. Mr.
After some quarter of an hour's absence, he returned. 'Well? said my aunt, taking the cotton out of the ear nearest to him. 'Well, ma'am, returned Mr. Chillip, 'we are we are progressing slowly, ma'am. 'Ba a ah! said my aunt, with a perfect shake on the contemptuous interjection. And corked herself as before. Really really as Mr.
Chillip, 'we are we are progressing slowly, ma'am. 'Ya a ah! said my aunt. With such a snarl at him, that Mr. Chillip absolutely could not bear it. It was really calculated to break his spirit, he said afterwards. He preferred to go and sit upon the stairs, in the dark and a strong draught, until he was again sent for.
'I am very happy to receive such support in my opinion, sir, he rejoined. 'It is not often that I venture to give a non-medical opinion, I assure you. Mr. Murdstone delivers public addresses sometimes, and it is said, in short, sir, it is said by Mrs. Chillip, that the darker tyrant he has lately been, the more ferocious is his doctrine. 'I believe Mrs. Chillip to be perfectly right, said I.
'Mrs. Chillip does go so far as to say, pursued the meekest of little men, much encouraged, 'that what such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance. And do you know I must say, sir, he continued, mildly laying his head on one side, 'that I DON'T find authority for Mr. and Miss Murdstone in the New Testament? 'I never found it either! said I.
Chillip, discomfited, goes into a corner, keeping me with him, and opens his mouth no more. I remark this, because I remark everything that happens, not because I care about myself, or have done since I came home. And now the bell begins to sound, and Mr. Omer and another come to make us ready.
Chillip, smiling very meekly, and shaking his head as he surveyed me, 'I have a kind of an impression that something in your countenance is familiar to me, sir; but I couldn't lay my hand upon your name, really. 'And yet you knew it, long before I knew it myself, I returned. 'Did I indeed, sir? said Mr. Chillip. 'Is it possible that I had the honour, sir, of officiating when ? 'Yes, said I.
Be calm. It has since been considered almost a miracle that my aunt didn't shake him, and shake what he had to say, out of him. She only shook her own head at him, but in a way that made him quail. 'Well, ma'am, resumed Mr. Chillip, as soon as he had courage, 'I am happy to congratulate you. All is now over, ma'am, and well over. During the five minutes or so that Mr.
I give him my hand, which he holds in his. 'Dear me! says Mr. Chillip, meekly smiling, with something shining in his eye. 'Our little friends grow up around us. They grow out of our knowledge, ma'am? This is to Miss Murdstone, who makes no reply. 'There is a great improvement here, ma'am? says Mr. Chillip. Miss Murdstone merely answers with a frown and a formal bend: Mr.
The very air of the best parlour, when I went in at the door, the bright condition of the fire, the shining of the wine in the decanters, the patterns of the glasses and plates, the faint sweet smell of cake, the odour of Miss Murdstone's dress, and our black clothes. Mr. Chillip is in the room, and comes to speak to me. 'And how is Master David? he says, kindly. I cannot tell him very well.
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