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A considerable time after this happy arrangement had been made, Mrs Durby, in a moment of confidential weakness, related to little Gertie the circumstances attending the loss of the diamond ring. Gertie, on returning home, communicated the matter to Loo, and gave it as her opinion that it was a pity such a valuable ring had been lost.
In the twinkling of an eye he dropped his slow dignified air, leaped like a panther in front of the goods engine, caught Mrs Durby with both hands any how and hurled her and himself off the line, not a moment too soon, for the buffer of the engine touched his shoulder as they fell together to the ground.
Indeed there is little doubt that Mrs Durby and the bottle of wine were the turning-point of Mrs Natly's illness, and that but for them, poor Sam would have been a widower by that time.
I had intended to have gone myself, but am called away suddenly and shan't be back to-night. You shall hear from me to-morrow. Lock up the house and stay with the woman to look after her, if need be and now, Mr Gurwood." They were gone beyond recall before Mrs Durby could recover herself. "I never did see nothink like my poor missus," she muttered, "there must be somethink wrong in the 'ead.
During this scene, which was enacted in a very few minutes, poor Mrs Durby sat drawn up into the remotest corner of the carriage, her face transfixed with horror, and a terrific yell bursting occasionally from her white lips. But neither the sound of her cries nor the noise of the deadly struggle could overtop the clatter of the express train.
The real object of the visit however, was to ask Mrs Marrot to beg of her husband to take a special interest in Mrs Durby on her journey, as that excellent nurse had made up her mind to go by the train which he drove, feeling assured that if safety by rail was attainable at all, it must be by having a friend at court a good and true man at the helm, so to speak.
Here she was asked to describe the appearance of her parcel, which she did, by saying that it was a roundish one in brown paper, fastened with a piece of string, and having the name of Durby written on it in pencil, without any address.
His had more speed on and was heavier; besides, Mrs Durby charged it at the rate of full five miles an hour, with the umbrella steadily in front, and a brown paper parcel swinging wildly on her arm, as if her sole desire on earth was to meet that goods engine in single combat and beat out its brains at the first blow.
But she's a good soul." With this comforting reflection Mrs Durby proceeded to obey her "missus's" commands.
Foolishly responding to the entreaties of our enthusiastic friend the keeper, we actually did ask five people to fish one "Durby day." As luck would have it they all came; but unfortunately a neighbouring squire, who owns part of the water, but who seldom turns up to fish, also chose that day, and with him came his son.
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