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Oh!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands and looking up, "I was thankful, only yesterday, that I could remember this unhappy son when he was an innocent child. But what a comfort it is, now, to think that even God himself has that remembrance of him!" Redlaw spread his hands upon his face, and shrank, like a murderer. "Ah!" feebly moaned the man upon the bed.
"That is not the way. There is a nearer one," said Redlaw, detaining him, in the same blank effort to remember some association that ought, of right, to bear upon this monstrous object. "What is your name?" "Got none." "Where do you live? "Live! What's that?"
A sedate gentleman in a peaked beard, with a ruff round his neck, and a scroll below him, in old English letters, 'Lord! keep my memory green! You know all about him, Mr. Redlaw?" "I know the portrait hangs there, Philip." "Yes, sure, it's the second on the right, above the panelling.
Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring. With little or no show of concern on his account, she moved nearer to the wall to leave him a wider passage. "What are you?" said Redlaw, pausing, with his hand upon the broken stair-rail.
Redlaw. "That's just what I say myself, sir," returned Mr. William, speaking over his shoulder, as if in ready and delighted assent. "That's exactly where it is, sir! There ain't one of our students but appears to regard Mrs. William in that light.
"I hope my son may interest you, for his mother's sake. I hope he may deserve to do so. Unless my life should be preserved a long time, and I should know that I have not misused your aid, I shall never look upon him more." Going out, he raised his eyes to Redlaw for the first time. Redlaw, whose steadfast gaze was fixed upon him, dreamily held out his hand.
"In there!" said the boy, pointing out the house again. "I'll wait." "Will they let me in?" asked Redlaw. "Say you're a doctor," he answered with a nod. "There's plenty ill here." Looking back on his way to the house-door, Redlaw saw him trail himself upon the dust and crawl within the shelter of the smallest arch, as if he were a rat.
Well; I ought to have my share of it, and to be waited on, and kept warm and comfortable; for I'm eighty-seven, and a poor old man. I'm eigh-ty-seven. Eigh-ty-seven!" His guide came crawling forth from his place of refuge, and was ready for him before he reached the arches. "Back to the woman's?" he inquired. "Back, quickly!" answered Redlaw. "Stop nowhere on the way!"
The student, recalling the thin hand which had remained so long untouched, raised himself on the couch, and turned his head. "Mr. Redlaw!" he exclaimed, and started up. Redlaw put out his arm. "Don't come nearer to me. I will sit here. Remain you, where you are!"
Redlaw this morning, I saw her. SHE likes me too!" said Milly. "Oh dear, that's another!" "This morning! Where is she now?" "Why, she is now," said Milly, advancing her lips to his ear, "in my little parlour in the Lodge, and waiting to see you." He pressed her hand, and was darting off, but she detained him. "Mr. Redlaw is much altered, and has told me this morning that his memory is impaired.
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