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Yet I may remind you that you have been kindly dealt with; for if the blow which has done you this injury had lighted on your neck, as it was aimed, it would have swept your head from your shoulders, instead of amputating a less considerable member." "I wish it had, Dwining I wish it had lighted as it was addressed.
"My sense is too dull to catch thy meaning, leech," replied Ramorny. "What is this precious spectacle reserved to me in such a shipwreck?" "The dearest that mankind knows," replied Dwining; and then, in the accent of a lover who utters the name of his beloved mistress, and expresses his passion for her in the very tone of his voice, he added the word "REVENGE!"
Henbane Dwining, the apothecary, who seemed to have the care of the patient, stole with a crafty and catlike step from one corner of the room to another, busying himself with mixing medicines and preparing dressings. The sick man groaned once or twice, on which the leech, advancing to his bedside, asked whether these sounds were a token of the pain of his body or of the distress of his mind.
Must thou, too, needs thwart my humour?" While the Prince thus silenced the remonstrances of Dwining, Sir John Ramorny had snatched a moment to learn from Henshaw that the removal of the Duchess of Rothsay from Falkland was still kept profoundly secret, and that Catharine Glover would arrive there that evening or the next morning, in expectation of being taken under the noble lady's protection.
"Old man," said Catharine, "if thou be indeed so near the day of thy deserved doom, other thoughts were far wholesomer than the vainglorious ravings of a vain philosophy. Ask to see a holy man " "Yes," said Dwining, scornfully, "refer myself to a greasy monk, who does not he! he! he! understand the barbarous Latin he repeats by rote.
Aboard aboard, and speedily; let Eviot throw in a few flasks of the choicest wine, and some cold baked meats." "But your arm, my lord, Sir John? Does it not pain you?" "The throbbing of my heart silences the pain of my wound. It beats as it would burst my bosom." "Heaven forbid!" said Dwining; adding, in a low voice "It would be a strange sight if it should.
"Never saw men who showed less stomach to the work," answered Dwining "never. But here come a brace of them. Venit extrema dies. He, he, he!" Eviot and his companion Buncle now approached, with sullen resolution in their faces, like men who had made their minds up to resist that authority which they had so long obeyed. "How now!" said Ramorny, stepping forward to meet them.
Dwining indulged in his internal chuckling laugh when he heard his patron testify his defiance of the foul fiend, and saw him second it by crossing himself.
"Enough then here I start." In a few minutes, for he was a clerk of rare celerity, Dwining finished a letter, which he placed in Ramorny's hand. "This is admirable, and would have made thy fortune with Rothsay. I think I should have been too jealous to trust thee in his household, save that his day is closed." "Read it aloud," said Dwining, "that we may judge if it goes trippingly off."
"Your knightly lordship now knows who is your friend," said Dwining; "had you yielded to a rash impulse, and said, 'Slay me this worthless quacksalver, where, within the four seas of Britain, would you have found the man to have ministered to you as much comfort?" "Forget my threats, good leech," said Ramorny, "and beware how you tempt me. Such as I brook not jests upon our agony.
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