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Never was such happiness! They are so tender, so affectionate, so attached to each other, so enamoured, that positively nothing can be more charming!’ ‘Augusta, my soul,’ says Mr. Leaver. ‘Augustus, my life,’ replies Mrs. Leaver. ‘Sing some little ballad, darling,’ quoth Mr. Leaver. ‘I couldn’t, indeed, dearest,’ returns Mrs. Leaver. ‘Do, my dove,’ says Mr.
She told it with animation, her watchful eyes on her sitter's face. At a certain point, just before the climax of the story, she gave the bulb a long, slow pressure; then, ending, she remarked: "Now, if you are ready, Dr. Leaver." His face immediately grew grave, lost its expression of interested attention, and set in lines of resignation.
Leaver said, ‘You are faint, my dear;’ and Mr. Leaver said, ‘I am rather so, my love;’ and they were very loving indeed under Mrs. Leaver’s veil, until at length Mr. Leaver came forth again, and pleasantly asked if he had not heard something said about bottled stout and sandwiches. Mrs. To all this we answered ‘Certainly,’ or ‘Very true,’ or merely sighed, as the case might be.
At every new act of the loving couple, the widow’s admiration broke out afresh; and when Mrs. Leaver would not permit Mr. Leaver to keep his hat off, lest the sun should strike to his head, and give him a brain fever, Mrs. Starling actually shed tears, and said it reminded her of Adam and Eve. Leaver threw stones at Mr. Leaver, and Mr. Leaver ran after Mrs.
Tyraness in your turn, accuse others of your own guilt But leave her, leaver her, Mr. Solmes: her time is short. You'll find her humble and mortified enough very quickly. More he said, as he flew out, with a glowing face, upon Shorey's coming in to recall him on his violence. I removed from chair to chair, excessively frighted and disturbed at this brutal treatment.
Now, a moment’s reflection might have convinced the loving wife, that unless her husband were endowed with some most surprising powers of muscular action, he never could be dead while he kicked so hard; but still Mrs. Leaver cried, ‘Is he dead? is he dead?’ and still everybody else cried—‘No, no, no,’ until such time as Mr. Mr. Leaver then exclaimed, ‘Augustus, my child, come to me;’ and Mr.
But you have recovered, you are fit to work again. If you don't do this thing you'll be a coward forever!" It bit deep, as he had known it would. If he had struck a knife into his friend's heart he could not have caused so sharp a hurt. Leaver turned white under this surgery of speech, and for an instant he looked as if he would have sprung at Burns's throat.
I'll agree to play second fiddle to you, with you playing first. But I'll be condemned if I'll play first, with a coach at my elbow. Take that and be hanged to you!" He walked over to the open window, threw back the screen and put his head out, as if he needed air to breathe. Leaver was at his side in an instant. "I beg your pardon, my dear fellow, I do sincerely.
"Come on, Doctor," called Macauley. "R.P. has been telephoning in, in the usual fever of haste, to have us get out there. It seems the place is in order and two patients have arrived. He wants a doctor, nurse, and photographer on the job at once. Find a place on the back seat, there?" Leaver came quickly down the walk. He looked like a well man now, whether he felt like a well one or not.
When everything was in readiness, Burns, in spite of all remonstrance from his friend, lifted him in his powerful arms and carried him upstairs. The exertion made him breathe a little heavily for a moment, but that was all. Leaver was not a light burden, in spite of his thinness, for his frame was that of a man who should carry many pounds more than he now bore.
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