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Updated: October 10, 2025
He wrapped them in a nightshirt belonging to me, which in some way had got into his baggage. Then he bought a ticket to Paris and sent his baggage over, waiting in London a day or two longer before going himself.
She did not know what it was, but it robbed her torment of any expiatory quality that it might ever have had. For now, when she evoked the little figure in a nightshirt beating the dark with its fists, she felt nothing. There was not the smallest promise of pain in her heart. As much as ever Roger was an orphan.
The mother regarded her closely, lightly touched her forehead with her lips, and went away, having blown out the candle. She found her husband kneeling in his nightshirt by the bed. He muttered a few swift syllables, and looked up as she entered. 'She is asleep, whispered the wife hoarsely. 'Is it a a natural sleep? hesitated the husband. 'Yes. I think it is. I think she will be all right.
It's this girl of mine, this wee bit of girl in her little nightshirt with the frill, astonishes me most: "thinking of the tops of the mountains at night!" She has positively done the whole of this work-main part. I smiled when I left the house, to have to own our little Fredi starting us all on the road.
He deposited the articles of clothing on a chair, removed his remaining articles of clothing, took from beneath the bolster at the head of the bed a folded long white nightshirt, inserted his head and arms into the proper apertures of the nightshirt, removed a pillow from the head to the foot of the bed, prepared the bedlinen accordingly and entered the bed. How?
In his astonishment his father said: "There must be something the matter with the child," and mechanically he lifted up his little nightshirt. He uttered a prolonged "O o h!" of astonishment. The child's calves, thighs, and buttocks were covered with blue spots as big as halfpennies. "Just look, Matilda!" the father exclaimed; "this is horrible!" And the mother rushed forward in a fright.
He sat there, still striving and struggling with his breath, unable to move, and soaked with sweat, but getting better every minute. The worst of the attack was now over; she buttoned his nightshirt across his panting chest and covered his shoulders with his red shawl once more, and with a sentiment of real tenderness she took his hand in hers. She looked at him, feeling her heart grow larger.
He paused by the second and ushered me into a sleeping-chamber, which, though narrow, was comfortable enough a vast improvement, at any rate, on the mumpers' lodgings I had been used to for many months past. "You can undress here," he said. "The sheets are aired, and if you'll wait a moment, I'll fetch a nightshirt one of my own." "Sir, you heap coals of fire on me."
He pulled open the neck of his nightshirt, leaned his head against the cool brass rail of the back of the bedstead, while he listened with growing relief to the rumble of the wind in the chimney, and the swish of the rain against the casements, and watched the narrow line of light under the door of his mother's room.
"Nothing like it has been seen since the world began." "I shall never forget the sight!" said the young lady, choking. Mr. Lavender, who took the noises she made for sobbing, was unutterably disturbed. "I can't bear to see you distressed on my account," he said. "I am quite well, I assure you; look I can walk!" And he started forth up the garden in his nightshirt and Norfolk jacket.
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