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The fiddle-bow was drawn across the tuning-fork, and the fork applied with its thrilling note to the conducting wire which Lefevre held. The wire hummed its vibration, and electricity tingled wildly through Lefevre's nerves... There was an anxious, breathless pause for some seconds, and fear of failure began to contract the doctor's heart. "Take your hands away, Sister," said he.
He spoke of Le grand art, le nu, and Lefevre's unswerving fidelity to le nu ... elegance, refinement, an echo of ancient Greece: and then, what do you think? when he had exhausted all the reasons why the medal of honour should be accorded to Lefevre, he said, "I ask you to remember, gentlemen, that he has a wife and eight children." Is it not monstrous?
Shaw Lefevre's Commission on the housing of the working classes in Ireland was very uninteresting. 'Oxen are stalled, pigs are styed or take possession of the cabin, but what is done for the Irish labourers? asked a passionate mob-orator, and in many cases it might have been answered that a good deal more has been done for them than the idle ruffians deserve.
But no great idea had ever yet an epiphany but from the ferment of more familiar small ideas, just as the glorious Aphrodite was born of the ferment and pother of the waves of the sea. Lefevre's new idea clothed itself in the form of a comparative question Why should there not be Transfusion of Nervous Force, Ether, or Electricity, just as there is Transfusion of Blood?
Then, after I had been a semestre at Madame Lefevre's, a new English girl came a cousin of his, who knew but little of me.
He hoped to weather the storm again as he had done under Dr. Lefevre's treatment. But patient and nurses had their premonitions. He would call out in distress, "Mrs. Sherwood, please help my hand," and she, taking the stiffened fingers in hers, would soothe him so. He came more and more to depend upon her.
"You have had a terrible night, dear," he said, kissing her, "and you must have a few hours' rest. Go to Monsieur Lefevre's house, and lie down and sleep for a little while. You are so nervous you can scarcely stand. I will not be long." She gave his arm a little squeeze, then turned to the Prefect.
He scarcely desired his capture, for he thought of the possible results to Julius, and yet Day after day passed, and still the man was unfound, and very soon a change came over Lefevre's life, which lifted it so far above the plane of his daily professional experience, that all speculation about the mysterious "M. Dolaro," and his probable relation to Julius, fell for a time into the dim background.
"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:
And you have not seen me because I have bought a yacht and have been trying it on the river." "A yacht!" exclaimed Lefevre. "I did not know you cared for the water." "You know me," laughed Julius in his own manner, "and not know that I care for everything!" So saying, he laid his hand on Lefevre's arm.
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