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There are three steps going down to the floor of the court, and a handrail on one side of them. Coming to these steps, he stumbled, muttered some confused words, and fell forward on to his face. The people were on their feet by this time, and there was a rush to the place. "Stand back! He has only fainted," cried Jem-y-Lord. "Worse than that," said the sergeant. "Get him to bed, and send for Dr.
"What's he saying?" said a third. "Rambling in his head, poor thing," said a fourth. Pete turned them out all except Jem-y-Lord, who was still moistening the Deemster's face and opening his hands, which were now twitching and tightening. "Out of this! Out you go!" cried Pete hoarsely. "No use taking the anger with him the man's tried," they muttered, and away they went.
Then quickly, with panting breath, came, "Kate! Kate! Kate!" again and again repeated, beginning in a loud beseeching cry and dying down to a long wail, as if shouted over a gloomy waste wherein the voice was lost. Jem-y-Lord had been beating round towards the door, wringing his white hands like a woman, and praying to God that the Deemster might never come out of his unconsciousness.
One was sealed with his seal as Deemster; the other was written on the official paper of Government House. He was instructing the messenger to register these letters when, through the open door, he heard a formidable voice in the hall. It was Pete's voice. A moment afterwards Jem-y-Lord came up with a startled face. "He's here himself, your Excellency. Whatever am I to do with him?"
"Eh?" said Philip helplessly. "Don't you be bothering yourself now," cried Pete. "Lie quiet, boy; you're in your own room, and as nice as nice." "But," said Philip, "will you not kindly " "Not another word, Phil. It's nothing. You're all serene, and about as right as ninepence." "Your Honour has been delirious," said Jem-y-Lord.
He tried to bury his head in the pillows that he might not hear. Jem-y-Lord came in hurriedly and Philip beckoned him close. "Where is she?" he whispered. "They removed her to Castle Rushen late last night, your Honour," said Jemmy softly. "Write immediately to the Clerk of the Bolls," said Philip. "Say she must be lodged on the debtors' side and have patients' diet and every comfort.
"The doctor," cried Jem-y-Lord. "The doctor at last. Wait, sir, wait," and he ran downstairs. "Here you are," cried Pete, coming to the bedside, glass in hand. "Drink it up, boy. It'll stiffen you. My faith, but it's a oner. Aw, God is good, though. He's all that. He's good tremenjous." Pete was laughing; he was crying; he was tasting a new sweetness the sweetness of being a good man again.
Mylechreest instantly." "Where can we take him?" said somebody. "They keep a room for him at Elm Cottage," said somebody else. "No, not there," said Jem-y-Lord. "It's nearest, and there's no time to lose," said the sergeant. Then they lifted Philip, and carried him as he lay, in his wig and gown as Deemster, to the house of Pete.
All this worldly glory and human gratitude was but the temptation of Satan. With God's help he would not succumb. He would resist. He would triumph over everything. Jem-y-Lord twisted on the box-seat. "See, your Excellency! Listen!" The flags of Castletown were visible on the Eagle Tower of the castle. Then there was a multitudinous murmur. Finally a great shout. "Now, boys! Three times three!
In his mind's eye he was seeing Kate, crouching in the fire-seat of the palace room that was now her prison, and covering her ears to deaden the joyous sounds that broke the usual silence of the gloomy walls. Jem-y-Lord was at the eye-hole of the door. "He's coming on to the bench, sir. The gentlemen of the council are following him, and the Court-house is full of ladies."
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