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But for all that Nobby wud have no thruck wid her, for all she was a widder, well fixed wid a house av her own an' lashuns av money. Whin they was both out av hospital she was afther urn again, an' du fwhat he cud he cud not shake that wumman. "Th' ind av ut was, Nobby reports sick, an' th' reg'minthal docthor, ould 'Knockemorf' Probyn, gives um th' wance over.
"When they had it cut, he rose up on the table, and all his blood went from him; only one little tint, I suppose, stopped in him. Afther a while, the nurse seen the life creeping back in him. 'We have him yet! says she to the Docthor. 'I thought he was gone from us! says the Docthor." The voice ceased again.
"I had no time to turn, bekaze that minut I heard the sowl quit him tore out in the death-rattle an' she laid him back in a long chair, an' she sez to me, 'Misther soldier, she sez, 'will ye not go in an' talk to wan av the girls. This sun's too much for him. "Well I knew there was no sun he'd iver see, but I cud not spake, so I wint away wid the empty doolie to find the docthor.
"Sergeant, in view of what you've been telling me, there seems something very, very terrible about all this. I suppose there's absolutely no doubt in your mind now, who ?" The Irishman jerked out a great oath. "Doubt!" echoed he grimly, "doubt! So little doubt, Docthor," added he hoarsely, "that we go get 'um this very night." "Alas, poor Yorick!" said Yorke sadly.
It was a Pennsylvania regiment which had held that wood longest, McKinstry's. Half a dozen other men were employed like the Doctor, Irish, generally: they don't forget the fellows that messed with them as quickly as our countrymen do. "We're in luck, Dan Reilly," said one. "Here's the Docthor himself.
And thus the Big Doctor had a double triumph. There came a fumbling tap on the door, it opened a little, and Hannah's head came twisting round it. "Docthor!" spoke the head, like a Teraph, "the Misthress says to have ye come in. The supper's ready, and the priest is in it." This remarkable statement was accepted by the Doctor with composure, as expressing the fact that Father Greer had arrived.
"The young fella with the foxy mustash is Docthor Lyden," whispered an informant in response to a question, "and the owld lad that's lookin' at ye now is Heraty, that owns the shop above " At this juncture an emissary from the Bench very kindly offered us seats within the rood-screen. We took them, on a high wooden settle, beside the magisterial table, and the business of the court proceeded.
"No! no! no!" came Slavin's soft brogue, in tones of vehement protest to something the coroner had said, "I tell yu' 'tis not right, Docthor, that yu' shud run such risk! Wid us 'tis diff'runt takin' th' chances av life an' death just ord'nary course av juty. . . ." "Oh, tut! tut! nonsense, Sergeant," was the physician's brisk response. "You forget.
"An' what did he cost you, Docthor?" replied Mike, answering one question by another; "what did you get for him, Denis?" he continued, referring for information to Denis, to whom, on reflection, he thought it more decorous to put the question.
There was an instant of pause, and Frederica breathed the words "'Dicky' shirt-fronts!" to her bewildered cousin. "Himself and the Big Docthor walking the streets of Cluhir like two paycocks!" went on Mrs. Twomey with ever-increasing speed and fury. "Ha! Ha! Didn't I meet him back in Pribawn ere yistherday. 'How great you are in yourself! says I to him.
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