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And Philip answered, in a firm, low voice, "I renounce them all." The parson took the child from Nancy. "Name this child." Nancy looked at Kate, but Kate, who was breathing violently, gave no sign. "Kate," whispered Pete; "Kate, of coorse." "Katherine," said Nancy, and in that name the child was baptized. Dr. Mylechreest came in as the service ended.
Mylechreest instantly." "Where can we take him?" said somebody. "They keep a room for him at Elm Cottage," said somebody else. "No, not there," said Jem-y-Lord. "It's nearest, and there's no time to lose," said the sergeant. Then they lifted Philip, and carried him as he lay, in his wig and gown as Deemster, to the house of Pete.
"The postman told me at breakfast-time, and I called on Dr. Mylechreest coming out. If I had known I didn't sleep much last night, anyway; but if I had ever imagined " "You're right good to the girl, sir," said Grannie, and then Kate, listening intently, caught a quavering sound of protestation.
"You can't expect much sense of the like, but still and for all he saved your life, Kitty. Dr. Mylechreest says so. 'If the girl had been lying out another hour, says he And, my goodness, the fond of you that man is; it's wonderful!
There was silence again, broken only by the horse's impatient pawing, and then Philip said more calmly, "Let Dr. Mylechreest see her first, at all events." "I'm not a man for skinning the meadow to the sod, no " said Pete, in a doleful tone; but Kate heard no more. She was trembling with a new thought. It was only a shadowy suggestion as yet, and at first she tried to beat it back.
By the next day she had worked herself into a nervous fever. Dr. Mylechreest came to see her, unbidden of the family. He was one of those tall, bashful men who, in their eagerness to be gone, seem always to have urgent business somewhere else. After a single glance at her and a few muttered syllables, he went off hurriedly, as if some one were waiting for him round the corner.
"Lie quiet, and I'll come back in an hour or two," said Dr. Mylechreest from half-way through the door. "Dear heart alive, what will the father say?" cried Grannie, and then the whole place broke into that smile of surprise which comes to every house after the twin angels of Life and Death have brooded long over its roof-tree, and are gone at length before the face of a little child.
Somebody hailed him from the hedge by the water-trough, and he rose, took off his cap, smoothed his hair with his hand, and walked towards the house without a word. Bridget was dying of pleurisy, brought on by a long day's work at hoeing turnips in a soaking rain. Dr. Mylechreest had poulticed her lungs with mustard and linseed, but all to no purpose.
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