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He paused and considered with himself. "No," he decided; "I may be of some use to that poor child, while I am the family lawyer." He tore up his unfinished letter. When Mr. Mool got home that night, it was noticed that he had a poor appetite for his dinner. On the other hand, he drank more wine than usual. "I don't know what is the matter with me. Sometimes I think I am going to be really ill."
"When I was at leisure to go to the club at which we were accustomed to meet, he had left Rome. From that time to this I rejoice to say it I have never set eyes on him." The obstacles which had prevented the refutation of the calumny from reaching Benjulia were now revealed. Mr. Mool had only to hear, next, how that refutation had been obtained.
The statement of this objection stimulated his friend's memory. Lady Northlake was in Scotland. Lady Northlake had invited Maria and Zo, over and over again, to pass the autumn with their cousins; but Mrs. Gallilee's jealousy had always contrived to find some plausible reason for refusal. "Write at once," Mr. Mool advised. "You may do it in two lines.
Ovid's astonishment could only express itself in action. He started to his feet. Mr. Mool went on reading. "'Free of legacy duty, to buy a mourning ring " "Impossible!" Ovid broke out. Mr. Mool finished the sentence. "'And my sister will understand the motive which animates me in making this bequest." He laid the Will on the table, and ventured to look up.
"The parties have been waiting, sir, for more than a quarter of an hour." Mr. Mool's attention wandered: he was thinking of Mrs. Gallilee. "Is she dying?" he asked. "She is out of her mind," Mr. Null answered. Those words petrified the lawyer: he looked helplessly at the clerk who, in his turn, looked indignantly at the office clock. Mr. Mool recovered himself.
"A good man, I hope," she answered, sternly. Carmina and Ovid were amused. Teresa rebuked them, as if they had been children. "Laugh at some fitter time," she said, "not now." Descending the stairs, Mrs. Gallilee and Ovid met the footman. "Mr. Mool is in the library, ma'am," the man said. "Have you anything to do, Ovid, for the next half-hour?" his mother asked. "Do you wish me to see Mr. Mool?
Her mourning for Robert was worthy of its Parisian origin; it showed to perfect advantage the bloom of her complexion and the whiteness of her neck also worthy of their Parisian origin. She looked like a portrait of the period of Charles the Second, endowed with life. "And how do you do, Mr. Mool? Have you been looking at my ferns?"
"Skip Lady Northlake," said Mrs. Gallilee. Mr. Mool skipped. "You are appointed Miss Carmina's guardian, until she comes of age," he resumed. "If she marries in that interval " He paused to turn over a page. Not only Mrs. Gallilee, but Ovid also, now listened with the deepest interest. "If she marries in that interval, with her guardian's approval " "Suppose I don't approve of her choice?" Mrs.
As a man, he enjoyed the lovely colours of the nosegay. As a botanist, he lamented the act which had cut the flowers from their parent stems, and doomed them to a premature death. "I should not have had the heart to do it myself," he thought; "but tastes differ." The office boy came into the room, with a visiting card in his hand. "I'm going home to dinner," said Mr. Mool.
The next instant a volley of minnie balls was scattering the snow all around us. I tried to walk, but my pants and boots were stiff and frozen, and the blood had ceased to circulate in my lower limbs. But Schwartz kept on firing, and at every fire he would yell out, "Yer is yer mool!" Pfifer could not speak English, and I reckon he said "Here is your mule" in Dutch.
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