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Updated: June 26, 2025
Well, he would be alive after she had become a loathsome fragment of corruption. He was revenged they were all revenged on her now. She fumbled with her gold and jewelled bag. "What do I owe, Monsieur le docteur?" "Three guineas." She put the money on the table. "That is ver' little for so much. I think when I can't go on any more I come to your 'ospital. You take me in, hein? I 'ave a fancy."
His wife nodded. "Well, who do you suppose sent them? Who would ever think of sending them?" Mrs. Motherwell made no reply. "It's a blamed nice letter anyway," he said, looking it over again, "I guess Polly didn't give us a hard name to them up there in the 'ospital, or we wouldn't ha' got a letter like this; and poor Polly's dead.
"I don't see what I can do for you," he said. "According to your own declaration you resisted a police officer. You'll have to take your medicine." Alfarez nodded agreement. "Quite right!" said he. "He did terrible 'avoc with my men, t'ree of which is now on the 'ospital." "But why don't they try me or let me get bail? I want to get out." "You'll be tried as soon as they get around to it."
Stubbs. "Give me size. That was what my poor dear husband was always saying. He couldn't stand anything small. Gave him the creeps. And, strange as it may seem, my dear" here Mrs. Stubbs creaked and seemed to expand herself at the memory "it was dropsy that carried him off at the larst. Many's the time they drawn one and a half pints from 'im at the 'ospital... It seemed like a judgmint."
'tisn't all bad." said Ronypart eagerly. "There's th' Missin' Link, fer instance; he a glutton. Blime, th' food that Missin' Link gets makes me lose all patience, an' sometimes I'd like t' get right up from my chair, an' bite him. He's in the 'ospital just now, sufferin' from his over feedin'. It's a judgment on him." "A monkey in the hospital!" "Well, he ain't exactly a monkey.
'Missis, we hab um piccaninny tree weeks in de ospital, and den right out upon the hoe again can we strong dat way, missis? No! And truly I do not see that they can. This poor creature had had eight children and two miscarriages. All her children were dead but one.
"Here to-day an' gone to-morrow, and only to stretch out your hand whether 'tis hairpins or a fryin'-pan; though I should never get over travellin' on Sundays." Here, while her eyes rested on the child, of a sudden she came out of her reverie with a sharp exclamation. "Lord's sake! You ain't goin' to tell me they've left you in 'ospital, stranded!"
Nan ran into the passage and called an old neighbor, and the two together, using all their strength, managed to get him to the bed. "It's a stroke," the woman said. "Lord love you, what'll you do? He can't stay here. He'd better be sent to 'ospital." "I'll be 'anged first," said old Widgeon, who had opened his eyes suddenly and looked at them both. "I was a bit queer, but I'm right enough now.
"You've done for yourself this time," a neighbor said, and Wemock sprang up, too late to escape the policemen who had been brought by the sounds, not usual in broad daylight, and who suddenly had their hands upon him, while another stooped doubtfully over the child. "She's alive," he said. "They take a deal to kill 'em, such do, but she'll need the 'ospital. Her arm's broke."
They sprinkle stuff on his toys and on his clothes and on his nurse; what's more, and on any one who comes to see him. And his nursery ain't what I call a nursery at all. It's nothing more or less than a private 'ospital, with its white tiles and its antiseptics and what not, and the temperature just so and no lower nor higher.
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