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"While we speculate the dinner cools," said Miss Maddledock suggestively. "Father, will you give your arm to Mrs. Throcton? Mr. Linden, there stands Miss Nancy. I will go alone and mourn for Mr. Torbert." "Now, this is really too bad," said Linden, when they were seated at the table. "It is a form of social misconduct which goes right at the bottom of Torbert's character.
"Yes, of grave doubt," answered Torbert, "and dread too, for even if he gets well again, he must be maimed for life, and he was the sort of creature that ought not to have a deformity added to his general ugliness." Emily Maddledock had been leaning her chin upon her hand with a thoughtful look in her face for several minutes.
Wobbles bowed himself away and Mr. Maddledock sat himself down. He picked up the note to which he had just referred, and read it through carefully. Then he rubbed his eyeglass, stroked his nose reflectively, crumpled the note in his hand, and tossed it into the grate fire before him. He rose and stood watching it burn. "Only two things are possible," he said, quietly.
"I suggest, in view of this prisoner's previous good character," said Linden, "that your Honor suspend the sentence." Mr. Maddledock bowed himself out and walked directly to a little room just off the hall which he used as a private office. A timid young man was waiting for him. "Well, sir?" said Mr. Maddledock. "I am an orderly, sir, if you please, at the Bellevue Hospital.
The horse plunged forward, struck him squarely, knocked him heavily upon the stones, and left him there, covered with the remnants of its harness, which having become caught in his coat, somehow or another, were drawn off its back." "Terrible!" cried Miss Maddledock, "Was he much hurt?" Mr. Maddledock leaned forward and bent his ear to catch the answer.
Possibly it was a peculiarity in his walk." Mr. Maddledock, who had not spoken a word since they sat down to dinner, now glanced up, and said, in an inquiring tone, "A peculiarity in his walk?" "Yes," answered Torbert, dropping into his seat and picking up his oyster fork, "and I am somewhat at a loss to describe it. I don't think he was lame, or wooden-legged, or afflicted with any hip trouble.
Wobbles was just on the point of acting upon this advice when the library call rang, and he hurried to respond. "You said this note was left here by a tall man, didn't you, Wobbles?" said Mr. Maddledock. "Yezzur," said Wobbles. "And he said he would call for an answer?" "Yezzur, at seven be the clock, zur." "But it's past seven, Wobbles?" "Yezzur, most 'arf an howr, most 'arf."
Prosecutor, where's my judicial temperament gone that you compliment me upon so often?" demanded Miss Maddledock, turning sharply to the lawyer. "I had it a moment ago, together with a frown; where have they gone?" "They will return directly I call your Honor's attention to the flagrant nature of the prisoner's crime," said Linden "a crime so utterly atrocious " "True, you do well to remind me.
Maddledock did not like to wait, and, least of all, for dinner. Wobbles knew that, and when he heard the soft gong of the clock in the lower hall beat seven times, and reflected that while four guests had been bidden to dinner only three had yet come, Wobbles was agitated. Mrs. Throcton, Mr.
"I must shoot him or pay him, and I don't feel entirely certain which I'd better do." Then he walked into the parlor. "You're almost as bad as Mr. Torbert, father," said Miss Maddledock. "I've been waiting long enough for you, and now we'll all go to dinner." "Torbert's late, is he?" said Mr. Maddledock, as if this were the first he had heard of it, bowing gravely to the others.
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