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Don't encourage him to use his brains; and give him information enough to take him, by the shortest way, to the biggest desert in Canada. You will now understand that I am indebted to myself for the hospitable reception which has detained me at Montreal. "To return to my story. Mr. Morphew's services were again in request, ten minutes after he had left the house.
Harvey was now very much in this case. That he might not utterly waste his time, he had undertaken regular duties under Cecil Morphew's direction, and spent some hours daily in Westminster Bridge Road.
Morphew's letter, and read the forbidden part of it which began on the second page. There he found the very questions with which his brother had puzzled him followed by the conclusion at which he had himself arrived! "You interpreted the language of your dog just now," he said quietly to Lemuel; "and I naturally supposed your brain might be softening.
If Ovid had alluded to his Canadian patient in his letters to his mother, his customary preciseness of language might be trusted to relieve Benjulia's suspense. With that purpose in view, the doctor had written to Mrs. Gallilee. Before he laid down his pen, he looked once more at Mr. Morphew's letter, and paused thoughtfully over one line: "I am writing to your brother Lemuel by this mail."
But then she added, in a lower tone, "It's no agent. It's one as never knows trouble. It's him that lives in that grand house." But this was said under her breath, evidently not for me to hear. Morphew's words flashed through my mind as she spoke. What was this? Did it afford an explanation of the much-occupied hours, the big books, the strange visitors?
Cecil Morphew's affairs had much less interest for her; but when Harvey said that he was going to town again tomorrow, to look at the shop in Westminster Bridge Road, she regarded him with an odd smile. 'You surely won't get mixed up in things of that kind? 'It might be profitable, he answered very quietly; 'and one doesn't care to lose any chance of that kind just now
She heard the infamous story, which she had repeated to her lawyer; and she had Lemuel Benjulia's visit, and Mr. Morphew's contemplated attack on Vivisection, to thank for getting her information. Mr. Mool waited, and waited in vain. He reminded his client of what she had just said. "You mentioned certain circumstances. May I know what they are?" he asked. Mrs. Gallilee rose, before she replied.
And then I turned homeward, despising myself, yet finding no alternative within my reach. Would a long country walk have been more virtuous? It would at least have been more wholesome; but that was all that could be said. My mind did not dwell on Morphew's communication.
The answers painted such a melancholy picture of poverty and suffering, and so vividly reminded me of a similar case in my own experience, that I forgot I was an invalid myself, and volunteered to visit the dying man in Mr. Morphew's place. "The messenger led me to the poorest quarter of the city and to a garret in one of the wretchedest houses in the street.
Please both come this evening if possible. If you cannot, reply when. Without showing what she had written, she left the room, and despatched a servant to the post-office. As a last resource against Cecil Morphew's degeneration, Harvey had given up his daily work in Westminster Bridge Road. 'I shall go no more, he wrote.
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