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I tell ye again, ye'll go quickest by going leisurely. Come in... take a chair..." He threw open the door of a parlour. Young Pitt waved aside the invitation. "I'll wait here. Make haste, in God's name." Mr. Blood went off to dress and to fetch a case of instruments. Questions concerning the precise nature of Lord Gildoy's hurt could wait until they were on their way.
"I was there, my lord, in my quality as a physician, to dress Lord Gildoy's wounds." "What's this? Do you tell us that you are a physician?" "A graduate of Trinity College, Dublin." "Good God!" cried Lord Jeffreys, his voice suddenly swelling, his eyes upon the jury. "What an impudent rogue is this!
Baynes and her comely daughter. His cheeks were leaden-hued, his eyes closed, and from his blue lips came with each laboured breath a faint, moaning noise. Mr. Blood stood for a moment silently considering his patient. He deplored that a youth with such bright hopes in life as Lord Gildoy's should have risked all, perhaps existence itself, to forward the ambition of a worthless adventurer.
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