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His thin legs tenanted a pair of gambadoes, fastened at the sides with rusty clasps. Thus accoutred, he stalked into the midst of the apartment, and announced his errand in brief phrase: 'Yer horses are ready. 'You go with me yourself then, landlord? 'I do, as far as Perth; where ye may be supplied with a guide to Embro', as your occasions shall require.
Lefevre handed him the paper, which he took with an unconcealed look of repulsion. "If it's some case of disease," said he, "it will make me ill." "Oh no," said Lefevre; "it's not painful, but it's curious;" and so Julius set himself to read it. "But come," said Embro, posing the question with his forefinger; "do you believe that story, Lefevre?"
James's Gazette. "What do you make of this queer case at the Hôtel-Dieu in Paris? I see it's taken from 'The Daily Telegraph;" and he began to read it. "Oh," said Kew, "we all read that this morning." "Dr. Embro," said Courtney, again looking idly out of window, "is like a French journal: full of the news of the day before yesterday."
"Well?" asked Embro, when Lefevre had raised his eyes from the paper. "What do you think of it?" "Curious," said Lefevre. "I can't say more, since I know nothing of it but this. Have you read it, Julius?" "No," said Julius; "I hate what people call news; and when I take up a paper, it's only to look at the Weather Forecasts."
"Perhaps not," said Lefevre. "Come and sit down and let us talk." They were retiring from the window when Embro's voice again sounded at Lefevre's elbow "Come now, Lefevre; what's the meaning of that Paris case?" "What Paris case?" Embro answered by handing him the paper. He took it, and read as follows:
Once, going by Hector's, the lassies wi' their shoon in their hands, were walkin' easier barefit and savin' shoe leather, and a young Embro' leddy, wi' a hooped skirt wi' the braidin' like theek rope on a stack, and high-heeled shoon, looked disdainfu' at them.
It smells of old Mother Hamton's embro what did she call it? You may as well go on first. I won't be long." "What!" cried Singh, looking aghast at the speaker. "Go down and see him alone? I won't! He's not my father; he's yours. You may go first, and I won't come unless I'm obliged." "Won't you?" said Glyn, laughing softly, and he caught hold of his companion's wrist and drew it under his arm.
The rough did not reject the conciliatory offer. 'The whiskey's low, said Merton, holding up the bottle to the light, 'but there's mair at Embro' station. They were now drawing up at the station. Merton floundered out, threw his arms round the necks of each of the roughs, yelled to their companions in the next carriage to follow, and staggered into the third- class refreshment room.
I've been over at Fleckie for the last ten days my brother Rab's dead and won away, as I dare say you have heard oh yes, we must all go so, ye see, I'm scarcely abreast o' the latest intelligence. What's Wilson doing here? I thought he had been a pawnbroker in Embro." "Noat he!
"Care o' Davie Dow, flesher; Cowgate; Embro. My Patmos in the weelderness, miss, for the time being." Blanche received the address with a sense of unspeakable relief.
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