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Last night, as we reckon, they took the boat and made a bolt for it. All this day we've been searching, and an hour agone word comes from the coast-guard that the boat has driven ashore, empty, on Clatworthy beach." "And to shew Thy pity upon all prisoners and captives." Mr.
Clatworthy and his patients were enjoying their mud-baths in the garden, up at Hi-jeen Villa, and the doctor had just begun to think about getting his water-douche and dressing himself to keep his appointment with Miss Sophia and the rest of the young ladies, when the back-door opened and what should he see entering the garden but Mr. Jope, with all his bedizened company!
"There!" said Miss St. Maur, pointing with her parasol. "There, sir! What did I tell you?" Dr. Clatworthy stared about him and mopped the crown of his head. "But when I assure you, madam " "Oh, cruel, cruel!" Miss St. Maur burst into tears. "Madam!" Dr. Clatworthy looked about him again. The young ladies had turned and were withdrawing slowly to the far end of the walk.
Clatworthy. Dr. Clatworthy was a man in many respects uncommon. To begin with, he had plenty of money; and next, he was as full of crazes as of learning.
Yes, yes . . . you understand? . . . And in the midst of it all, and just as Mr. Hardcastle had carried his point and Ma'amselle Julie gave way, declaring that never in this world would she be able to look Miss St. Maur in the face again, who should come hurrying past the verandah but Dr. Clatworthy himself!
"I've heard o' such things in Ireland." "Oh, Bill! an' to think that in another minute, if we hadn' arrived " Mr. Jope caught hold of his mate's arm and hurried him forward to the rescue. "Go away! Get out of this, I tell you!" yelled Clatworthy. "Not me, sir! Not a British sailor!" hurrahed back Mr. Jope. "Bill! Bill!
People might call Clatworthy a crank, or whatever word answered to it in those days: but he had made no mistake in choosing the material to make him a bride or only this, that the poor girl couldn't bear the look or the thought of him.
'Twas this Clatworthy, by the way, that a discharged gardener advised to go down to Merry-Garden and make a second fortune by picking cherries, "for," said he, "having such a nose as yours you can hook on to a bough with it and pick with both hands."
He would find himself with those abandoned girls left on his hands. A pleasant tea-party, that! And Miss St. Maur might not be arriving for another hour. Could he spend all that time in lecturing them? Could he even trust himself to speak to Sophia? Dr. Clatworthy, still with his hands to his head, staggered down the steps and forth from the garden. He had done with Sophia for ever!
But the sight of them as they brought their boat to the quay and landed the first customers of the afternoon put him in mind that the time was drawing near for Miss Sophia to arrive with her class-mates, and that Dr. Clatworthy would soon be turning up to squire them around the orchard and entertain them at tea. He wickedly hoped that the doctor hadn't left home before Mr.
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