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Updated: May 4, 2025
Several people were standing before the counter as he entered the building, who listened with great interest as he asked the store-keeper for the use of the telephone. Then as he spoke to the doctor, requesting him to hurry at once to Mrs. Dempster's, the curiosity of the bystanders became intense.
'Trower's worse, I suppose; eh, Dempster? Wants you to alter his will, eh? said Mr. Pilgrim. 'Business business business I don't know exactly what, answered the cautious Dempster, rising deliberately from his chair, thrusting on his low-crowned hat, and walking with a slow but not unsteady step out of the bar. 'I never see Dempster's equal; if I did I'll be shot, said Mr.
What's it you're saying no man but the Dempster? Well, the Dempster's here that is to be I'll clear him of that, anyway." Kate's laughter became explosive and uncontrollable. Pete nodded sideways to fill up the gap in his eloquence, and then went on.
The path, now worn deep by the feet of cows, for this region was pasture land, wound through a swamp where they had to pick their way owing to the water which settled here. Up a steep bank they scrambled, and when they at last gained the top they came in sight of Mrs. Dempster's house but fifty yards beyond.
Dempster's state is now such that I fear we must consider recovery impossible. The affection of the brain might not have been hopeless, but, you see, there is a terrible complication; and, I am grieved to say, the broken limb is mortifying. Janet listened with a sinking heart.
Here Mr. Pilgrim came forward with the apparatus to bind him, but Dempster's struggles became more and more violent. 'Ostler! ostler! he shouted, 'bring out the gig ... give me the whip! and bursting loose from the strong hands that held him, he began to flog the bed-clothes furiously with his right arm. 'Get along, you lame brute! sc sc sc! that's it! there you go!
At the far end of the street, men, accompanied by a miscellaneous group of onlookers, were slowly carrying something a body stretched on a door. Slowly they passed along the middle of the street, lined all the way with awe-struck faces, till they turned aside and paused in the red sunlight before Dempster's door. It was Dempster's body. No one knew whether he was alive or dead.
But not yet had he an idea how much his mental equilibrium had been dependent upon the dim consciousness of having that quiet uninterested wife in the comfortable house at Hackney. It had been stronger than it seemed, the spidery, invisible line connecting that office and that house, along which had run twice a day the hard dumpling that dwelt in Mr. Dempster's bosom.
The red half-sunken sun shed a solemn splendour on the everyday houses, and crimsoned the windows of Dempster's projecting upper storey. Suddenly a loud murmur arose and spread along the stream of church-goers, and one group after another paused and looked backward.
Pilgrim, having felt the pulse, was putting some brandy in a tea-spoon between Dempster's lips; the brandy went down, and his breathing became freer. Janet noticed the change, and her heart beat faster as she leaned forward to watch him. Suddenly a slight movement, like the passing away of a shadow, was visible in his face, and he opened his eyes full on Janet.
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