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"He wants to hear more about the lady," said my mother, interpreting my wishes for me. "Oh, the lady," resumed Mr. MacGlue, with the air of a man who found no great attraction in the subject proposed to him. "There's not much that I know of to be said about the lady. A fine woman, no doubt. If you could strip the flesh off her bones, you would find a splendid skeleton underneath.
I declare that I took the book in my hand, and saw these words written in it, 'When the full moon shines on Saint Anthony's Well. Not more than three hours have passed since that time; and, see for yourself, not a vestige of the writing remains." "Not a vestige of the writing remains," Mr. MacGlue repeated, quietly.
There's a high rock behind the chapel, and at the foot of it you will find the spring they call Anthony's Well. It's thought a pretty view by moonlight; and they tell me it's no longer beset at night by bad characters, as it used to be in the old time." My mother, in graver and graver displeasure, rose to retire to the drawing-room. "I confess you have disappointed me," she said to Mr. MacGlue.
So he spoke, pronouncing in his strong Scotch accent the most carefully selected English I had ever heard. A hard-headed, square-shouldered, pertinaciously self-willed man it was plainly useless to contend with him. I turned to my mother's gentle face for encouragement; and I let my doctor have his own way. "My name," he proceeded, "is MacGlue.
At those words my mother joined in the conversation for the first time. "Ah, sir," she said, "if you could only persuade my son to take your sensible view, how happy I should be! Even this revelation entirely failed to surprise Mr. MacGlue. "Ay, ay. He means to keep his appointment with the ghost, does he? Well, I can be of some service to him if he sticks to his resolution.
MacGlue pointed this artful compliment by a bow of the deepest respect, and threw open the door for my mother to pass out. When we were left together over our wine, I asked the doctor how soon I might safely start on my journey to Edinburgh. "Take two days to do the journey, and you may start, if you're bent on it, at the beginning of the week.
And when I had done the business at last, when I was wellnigh swooning myself with the work and the worry of it, guess I give you leave to speak for this once guess what were the first words the lady said to me when she came to herself again." I was too much excited to be able to exercise my ingenuity. "I give it up!" I said, impatiently. "You may well give it up," remarked Mr. MacGlue.
"I wish you had kept your story to yourself, doctor," she said, sharply. "May I ask why, madam?" "You have confirmed my son, sir, in his resolution to go to Saint Anthony's Well." Mr. MacGlue quietly consulted his pocket almanac before he replied. "It's the full moon on the ninth of the month," he said. "That gives Mr. Germaine some days of rest, ma'am, before he takes the journey.
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