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By the time the affair was over and the group dispersed it was after five. Marcus and McTeague decided they would ride home on the cars. But they soon found this impossible. The dogs would not follow. Only Alexander, Marcus's new setter, kept his place at the rear of the car.
But even as they were in the act of falling, Marcus, like a very eel, writhed in the dentist's clasp and fell upon his side. McTeague crashed down upon him like the collapse of a felled ox. "Now, you gotta turn him on his back," shouted Heise to the dentist. "He ain't down if you don't." With his huge salient chin digging into Marcus's shoulder, the dentist heaved and tugged.
I believe myself Marcus will get on; he is really clever, and never spares himself, but I doubt if Livy or I will ever be so interested in anyone as we are in Marcus's first patient." Olivia would have indorsed this sentiment readily; before long Mr. Gaythorne became an important factor in her daily life, the friendship between them ripened rapidly.
She declined dancing more than one dance, and Sir Ulick sat down between her and Lady Annaly, exerting all his powers of humour to divert them, at the expense of his cousin, the King of the Black Islands, whose tedious ferry, or whose claret, or more likely whose whiskey-punch, he was sure, had been the cause of Marcus's misdemeanour. It was now near twelve o'clock.
He was an Englishman and an expert dog surgeon, but Marcus Schouler was a bungler in the profession. His father had been a veterinary surgeon who had kept a livery stable near by, on California Street, and Marcus's knowledge of the diseases of domestic animals had been picked up in a haphazard way, much after the manner of McTeague's education.
Ho, ho, ho! you shall reap as you sow; there's truth in that saying. Ho, ho, ho! `The prince will hae his ain again!" With these words on his lips he approached the door of Sir Marcus's chamber. The old man was seated in a large armchair, propped up with cushions, before a blazing fire.
We ought to have succeeded in tracing the carter who brought the crate here before the evening. I personally shall proceed to Sir Marcus's rooms and then to this Red House around which it seems to me that the mystery centers." He put the enamel figure into his pocket and taking up the broken board which bore the painted cat: "You are carrying a top-coat," he said. "Hide this under it!"
In a year or two with careful training that girl will be worth her weight in gold. She will be a second Deb to you in time. Oh, that is Marcus, and we have not finished." "Well, are you coming to us, Aunt Madge?" were Marcus's first words as he entered the room. There was unmistakable eagerness in his tone.
"I thought I was at Medhurst, in the old library; oh, what a fool I am!" and there was almost a despairing look in his eyes. "You are weak, or you would not dream so, and yet it must be natural to dream about your own people. I am so glad you have someone belonging to you; last night we were afraid that you were quite friendless," then she stopped as she remembered Marcus's injunctions.
Behind him I observed one whom I took to be the late Sir Marcus's servant, a pathetic and somewhat disheveled figure. "Hello, Blythe!" said Gatton, "who instructed you to come here?" "Sir Marcus's man Morris telephoned the Yard," was the reply, "as he couldn't understand what had become of his master and I was sent along to see him." "Oh," said Gatton, "very good. Report to me in due course."
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