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"Have you never seen him since that time?" asked Warming. "Often wanted to come," said Isbister; "but business nowadays is too serious a thing for much holiday keeping. I've been in America most of the time." "If I remember rightly," said Warming, "you were an artist?" "Was. And then I became a married man.
"It wouldn't be a bad idea to hand him over to some public body the British Museum Trustees, or the Royal College of Physicians. Sounds a bit odd, of course, but the whole situation is odd." "The difficulty is to induce them to take him." "Red tape, I suppose?" "Partly." Pause. "It's a curious business, certainly," said Isbister. "And compound interest has a way of mounting up."
He turned his head and showed a ghastly face, bloodshot pallid eyes and bloodless lips. He spoke almost in a whisper. "It is the garment of my misery. The whole world... is the garment of my misery." Isbister looked at all the wild beauty of the sunlit cliffs about them and back to that face of despair For a moment he was silent. He started, and made a gesture of impatient rejection.
It, however, took a quarter of a century to bring about the union of Rupert's Land with Canada, although, as we shall see, in less than five years, a measure of amelioration came to the oppressed and indignant settlers of Red River. For this the people of Red River Settlement were largely indebted to the self-denying and persistent efforts of Alexander Isbister.
"Very," answered the stranger shortly, hesitated a second, and added in a colourless tone, "I can't sleep." Isbister stopped abruptly. "No?" was all he said, but his bearing conveyed his helpful impulse. "It may sound incredible," said the stranger, turning weary eyes to Isbister's face and emphasizing his words with a languid hand, "but I have had no sleep no sleep at all for six nights."
"Induction coils." "Yes. You could see his muscles throb and jump, and he twisted about. There was just two flaring yellow candles, and all the shadows were shivering, and the little doctor nervous and putting on side, and him stark and squirming in the most unnatural ways. Well, it made me dream." Pause. "It's a strange state," said Warming. "It's a sort of complete absence," said Isbister.
"I was forty-three when his bankers you remember you wired to his bankers sent on to me." "I got their address from the cheque book in his pocket," said Isbister. "Well, the addition is not difficult," said Warming. There was another pause, and then Isbister gave way to an unavoidable curiosity. "He may go on for years yet," he said, and had a moment of hesitation. "We have to consider that.
He was, said Papa Isbister, immensely proud of his plaything, this huge gaunt sailor, who had been bent into the shape of a rainbow the foot of a rainbow by a chance shot, which shattered his hip and gave him an impressive forward cant, which appeared to women, it seemed I quote my old friend in the light of an endearing droop.
Presently he made a faint sound in his throat. Isbister moved about the room with the nervousness of an inexperienced host, making little remarks that scarcely required answering. He crossed the room to his portfolio, placed it on the table and noticed the mantel clock.
Where is any man when insensibility takes hold of him? "It seems only yesterday," said Isbister. "I remember it all as though it happened yesterday clearer, perhaps, than if it had happened yesterday." It was the Isbister of the last chapter, but he was no longer a young man.
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