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"With pleasure, captain," said the Pythagorean, "only I wish you would adopt my principles a vegetable diet and aqua pura. "Upon my credit," observed Father Mulrenin, "I think the aqua pura is the best of it. It is blessed water, this well water, and it ought to be so, because the parson consecrated it. Hob or nob with me, Mr. Cooke." "With pleasure, sir," replied Mr.
All she could find voice to utter was, "He was here his eye was upon me in the summer house. I feel I am dying." Doctor Doolittle and Father Mulrenin were both sent for, but she had fallen into an exhausted slumber, and it was deemed better not to disturb her until she might gain some strength by sleep.
Cooke, again; "and I do assure you, Father Mulrenin, that I think the parson's consecration has improved the water." "Sorra doubt of it," replied the friar; "and I am sure the doctor there will support me in the article of the parson's consecration." "The great Samian," proceeded Cooke, "the great Samian "
May the God of heaven be praised for this! but how will we thank how can we thank the benevolent gentleman who has rescued me from death?" "More thanks are due," replied the stranger, smiling, "to Father Mulrenin here, who acquainted me in a letter, not only with your melancholy condition, but with the supposed cause of it.
They lodged in the house of a respectable farmer, who lived convenient to the village, where they found themselves exceedingly snug and comfortable. In the next house to them lodged a Father Mulrenin, a friar, who, although he attended the room and drank the waters, was an admirable specimen of comic humor and robust health.
The friar was in great glee, but from time to time kept his eye closely fixed upon Woodward, whose countenance and conduct he watched closely; It might have been about the hour of midnight, if not later, when, after a short lull in the conversation, Father Mulrenin addressed Mr. Goodwin as follows: "Mr. Goodwin, is there not a family in your neighborhood named Lindsay?"
Woodward preserved silence for a time, but just as he was about to make some observations with reference to her illness, a tall, handsome gentleman entered the room and bowed with much grace to the company. Father Mulrenin started up, and, shaking hands with him, said, "I know now, sir, that you have got my letter." "I have got it," replied the other, "and I am here accordingly."
"Now, can you yourself remember all the bodies your soul has passed through? but before I expect you to answer me, hob or nob again, this is famous water, my dear philosopher." "It is famous water, Father Mulrenin; and the parson's consecration has given it a power of exhilaration which is astonishing." The doctor had thrown another glass of usquebaugh into his cup, of course unobserved.
History of the Black Spectre. Woodward returned to the public room, where he was soon followed by Father Mulrenin and Greatrakes, who were shortly joined by Mr. Goodwin; Mrs. Goodwin having remained at home with Alice. The dancing went on with great animation, and when the hour of supper arrived there was a full and merry table.
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