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She at last broke in with, 'Uncle Alfred, are you quite sure Professor Muhlwasser is dead? 'Bless your heart, child, he's as dead as Harry the Eighth, said Mr. Flinders in haste; died at Berlin, of fatty degeneration of the heart! Well, as I was saying, Miss Constance 'But, uncle, I was thinking
'No, it was to pay a bill. 'Then did you divert it from that purpose? 'I thought the man was dead. 'What man? 'Professor Muhlwasser. 'The creditor? 'Yes. Mr.
Phelim O'Shaugnessy?" And under cover of this, Dolores retreated to her own room. She took off her things, and then looked at the cheque. Professor Muhlwasser was a clever German, always at work on science, counting, in the most minute and accurate manner, such details as the rays in a sea anemone's tentacles, or the eggs in a shrimp's roe. He was engaged on a huge book, in numbers, of which Mr.
'For yourself? 'N-n-o. But it was the same. 'What do you mean by that? 'It was to pay a man a man's that's dead. 'That may be; but what right did that give you to spend the money otherwise? Who was the man? 'Professor Muhlwasser, for some books of plates. 'How do you know he is dead! Who told you so? Eh! Was it Flinders? Ah! you see what comes of trusting to an unprincipled man like that.
'If it was only an advance I have a cheque, began Dolores. 'If seven pounds would do you any good 'It would be salvation! he exclaimed. 'Father left it with me, pursued Dolores, considering, 'in case Professor Muhlwasser went on with his great book of coloured plates of microscopic marine zoophytes, and sent it in. I was to keep this and pay with it 'Oh!
Muhlwasser! you need not trouble about him. I saw his death in the paper a month ago. 'Then I really think I might send you the cheque, and write to my father why I did so. 'Ah! Dolly, I knew that your mother's daughter could never desert me.
'There is nothing to be said or done about it, of course. 'Of course not. There's nothing for it but to let it alone. They went on again, and when the train reached Silverton, Dolly was dreaming that her father had come, and that he said Uncle Alfred should be hanged unless she found the money for Professor Muhlwasser.
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