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"Perhaps we'll get there before it gets dark." Having passed the rocks, they found the stream broadening out once more. The bottom was now muddy, and here and there grew large clumps of reeds and cattails. "This seems to be more of a swamp than a lake," was the comment of the doctor's son. "From what Jed Sanborn said I thought it was a narrow stream all the way to the lake."
"Oh, Mr Shafto, cannot you give us more water?" exclaimed Mrs Twopenny. "We have only had that little tin caseful a-piece the whole of this morning, and the doctor says we must be contented with it." "We are under the doctor's orders on that point," answered Harry, afraid that others might join in the complaint made by the poor lady.
He did not come near me that night, nor the next day, nor did Jekyll-Hyde appear until his usual round of inspection about eleven o'clock the next morning. "I understand that you have a piece of glass which you threatened to use for a suicidal purpose last night," he said, when he appeared. "Yes, I have, and it's not your fault or the other doctor's that I am not dead.
"Let's," said Sarah laconically, but she slipped a confiding small hand in the doctor's larger one. He squeezed it affectionately. "Now I must be off," he said, glancing at his watch. "Where is Rosemary? I thought I'd take her with me this morning the ride will do her good. Practising?" he repeated as Sarah called his attention to the sound of finger exercises.
But her silence was like a silent accusation, destroying all comfort and intimacy. But one day she came home and threw some money on the table. "Now I needn't go to Doctor's any more." "What's the matter? Have you done something wrong?" asked the mother, horrified. "The doctor gave me a box on the ear because I couldn't carry Anna over the gutter she's so heavy."
"Is it time to get up?" he questioned, sleepily. "Shep, I hear wolves!" "Wolves!" and now the doctor's son leaped to his feet and glanced toward his shotgun, which rested against the rocky wall. "Are you certain?" "Listen!" Both boys bent their ears and for a full minute neither made a sound. Then Shep shook his head. "I can't hear anything now," he said.
Presently he turned and looked at the nurse again and strangely enough he was not like a Rajah at all as he spoke to her. "Do you think I could live to grow up?" he said. The nurse was neither clever nor soft-hearted but she could repeat some of the London doctor's words.
"What time is it now, Barty?" asked the invalid, with a deep sigh, as she awoke from a troubled slumber, into which she had fallen after the doctor's departure.
All that assiduous care and kind attention could do for the unhappy girl, until the doctor's arrival, was done. After getting back to the bed from which she had been induced to rise, in order to see if all her limbs were sound, she grew sick and faint, and remained so until the physician came.
In return, his fellow student brought him books out of the library when the doctor had gone to bed, and Carl sat up studying the big tomes till early cockcrow. Before the house stirred, the books were back on their shelves, the door locked, and no one was the wiser. No one except the doctor's old mother, whose room was across the yard.
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