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Of rice, old shoes, and badinage there had been none, it is true. She stood quietly by while Buck attended to their trunks, just as she had seen it done by hundreds of helpless little cotton-wool women who had never checked a trunk in their lives she, who had spent ten years of her life wrestling with trunks and baggagemen and porters. Once there was some trifling mistake Buck's fault.
For weeks we had made strenuous efforts to snatch him from death, and then to alleviate his sufferings, without eliciting the slightest sign of satisfaction from him, or receiving the least word of thanks. He could speak a little French, which he utilised strictly for his material wants, to say, for instance, "A little more cotton-wool under the foot, Monsieur," or, "Have I any fever to-day?"
The other flask, open and exposed to the air, will, sooner or later, become milky with Bacteria, and patches of mould may appear in it; while the liquid in the flask, the neck of which is plugged with cotton-wool, will remain clear for an indefinite time.
She had gravely heard the words as "a brown dress," and she silently bore the poet a grudge for having been the accessory of Providence in the mandate that she should wear the loathed corduroy. The unpractised ear played another little girl a like turn. She had a phrase for snubbing any anecdote that sounded improbable. "That," she said, more or less after Sterne, "is a cotton-wool story."
"She kep' it when I wor locked up; I allers call it my bit o' revenge. I'll give it back now. Hetty, open it." Hetty did so, taking from under a tiny bit of cotton-wool a worn, old-fashioned wedding-ring. "There, miss dear," said Wright, handing it to her, "that wor the old master's wife's ring.
'Cotton-wool would be better, she said anxiously. 'How have you put your two away? Directly the words were out of her mouth she felt that they had been better unspoken. A deep flush stained Eleanor's thin face. 'I am afraid I haven't taken much care of them, she said hurriedly. They were both silent for a little. But while Lucy still had her lap full of her treasures, Eleanor again stood up.
The cotton-wool he made up carefully into a parcel and addressed it to an analytical chemist he knew, inclosing with it a short note. He rang the bell, sent the parcel to the post, and then he got out pen and paper and set himself to solve this problem, as in his life he had solved so many others. Only this time it seemed somehow as though the data were insufficient.
But he did pass a mature judgment against her. He did wrap up his grudge in cotton-wool and put it in a drawer and examine it with perverse pleasure now and then. He did increase that secretion of poison which weakens the social health of nine hundred and ninety-nine in a thousand married lives however delightful they may be. He did render more permanent a noxious habit of mind.
He had seen it many times and endured it himself often enough. Just now he had another matter to think of. "Honorable word!" he repeated. "It's a wonder she couldn't find something different to say. Now I got to fool her. I got to, I." The window showed him the pit of the courtyard; its frame was not yet caulked with cotton-wool and sealed with brown paper for the winter.
This being of no avail, and death having taken place, the wife is led from the apartment, and the preparations for interment are commenced. Wet cotton-wool is stuffed into the mouth, nose, and ears of the corpse, while all present witness aloud that the dead man was a good and true Mohammedan.
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