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But never you mind, sir! reach out a hand to me an' don't struggle that is, if you're touching bottom. Strugglin' only makes it worse " "You silly fool!" shouted Clatworthy. "We're in no danger, I tell you! Begone, and take the women away with you. These grounds are private, once more!" "Hey?" Mr.
Hardcastle, who belonged to the Navy, hadn't felt the need to trouble himself about a deserter from the sister service; and Mounseer Raynold had found a cousin, and naturally felt no concern in chasing a man to strengthen the British army. "My dear madam!" said Dr. Clatworthy, and led Miss St. Maur towards the arbour.
Why, 'tis less than a half-hour ago they turned me out o' that very place. You and in that state! Oh, be ashamed o' yourself!" But just then a patient behind Clatworthy set up a yell so full of terror that even the doctor slewed round his head and splashed more mud over his hair, all combed as it was in full pigeon-wing style. "Bill!" said Mr. Jope, sharp-like. "Bill Adams!
Well, the time was drawing on when Clatworthy, according to his plans, was to marry her, and to prepare her for it he had taken to writing her a letter every day, full of duty and mental improvement. Part of Nandy's business was to walk over with these letters to Saltash. The doctor explained to him that it would open the pores of his skin, and he must wait for an answer.
He couldn't abide the mud-baths, which he took in the garden, planted up to the chin in a ring with a dozen old gentlemen, stuck out there like cabbages, and with Clatworthy planted in the middle and haranguing by the hour, sometimes on politics and Napoleon Bonaparte, sometimes on education, but oftenest on his system and the good they ought to be deriving from it.
Clatworthy, in spite of his riches: but she assured them that the doctor the most punctual of men would certainly arrive within a few minutes. And the mazzards were crying out to be eaten. If the young ladies would make free of the orchards while she fit and boiled the kettle . . .
'Nay, I am not hurt, he answered, 'but I would that you could tell us who these roving blades may be, and where they may be found. 'Nay, nay, said she, with uplifted finger, 'you shall not follow the matter further. As to the men, I cannot say with certainty who they may have been. I had gone forth to visit Dame Clatworthy, who hath the tertian ague, and they did beset me on my return.
There wasn't but the three of us, my father Jeremiah Clatworthy was his name my mother and myself; for I was the only child they had a-living.
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