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Poor North took the papers and read them slowly. They were apparently straightforward enough. Aneurism of the ascending aorta was given as the cause of death; and the doctor frankly admitted that had he known the deceased to be suffering from that complaint he would not have permitted him to receive more than twenty-five lashes. "I think Macklewain is an honest man," said North, doubtfully.
"That sort of nonsense must be stopped," said he. "A nice example to set. I wonder Burgess didn't give him a hundred." "He was put into the long dormitory," said North; "you know what sort of a place that is. I declare to Heaven his agony and shame terrified me." "Well, he'll be put into the hospital for a week or so to-morrow," said Macklewain, "and that'll give him a spell."
Then I shall send round for you in the morning, Mr. Meekin. Good night. Macklewain, I want to speak with you a moment." Before the two clergymen had got half-way down the steep path that led from the Commandant's house to the flat on which the cottages of the doctor and chaplain were built, Macklewain rejoined them. "Another flogging to-morrow," said he grumblingly.
She might not say much, but to eat with her eye upon me would choke me." Malcolm proceeded at once to the establishment of his friend Macklewain. "This is a nice kettle of fish, Malcolm, about young Leslie.
His back was like a bloody sponge, while in the interval between lashes the swollen flesh twitched like that of a new-killed bullock. Suddenly, Macklewain saw his head droop on his shoulder. "Throw him off! Throw him off!" he cried, and Troke hurried to loosen the thongs. "Fling some water over him!" said Burgess; "he's shamming." A bucket of water made Kirkland open his eyes.
Good-night." "Good-night, sir. I hope you will be comfortable." "And let us hope poor Mr. North will succeed in his labour of love," said Meekin, shutting the little gate, "and save the unfortunate Kirkland. Good-night, once more." Captain Burgess was shutting his verandah-window when North hurried up. "Captain Burgess, Macklewain tells me you are going to flog Kirkland."
Unfortunately, silence did not mean indifference, for the reproof was unjust, and nothing stings a woman's fine sense like an injustice. Burgess had prepared a feast, and the "Society" of Port Arthur was present. Father Flaherty, Meekin, Doctor Macklewain, and Mr. and Mrs. Datchett had been invited, and the dining-room was resplendent with glass and flowers.
"Perhaps you'll have the goodness to allow me to be the best judge of that," returned Macklewain, drawing up his little body to its least insignificant stature. "My dear sir," replied North, alive to the importance of conciliating the surgeon, "you haven't seen him lately. He tried to drown himself this morning." Mr. Meekin expressed some alarm; but Dr. Macklewain re-assured him.
"That's all nonsense," says Macklewain. "We can't flog a whole dormitory on suspicion. I can't help it. The boy's made his bed, and he must lie on it." "I'll go back and see Burgess," said North. "Mr. Meekin, here's the gate, and your room is on the right hand. I'll be back shortly." "Pray, don't hurry," said Meekin politely. "You are on an errand of mercy, you know.
"Up at daylight, I suppose, again." "Whom is he going to flog now?" "That young butler-fellow of his." "What, Kirkland?" cried North. "You don't mean to say he's going to flog Kirkland?" "Insubordination," says Macklewain. "Fifty lashes." "Oh, this must be stopped," cried North, in great alarm. "He can't stand it. I tell you, he'll die, Macklewain."
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