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"In its unrest, in its anxiety, in its suspense, in all its train of physical and mental miseries?" said the Chemist, with a wild unearthly exultation. "All best forgotten, are they not?" The student did not answer, but again passed his hand, confusedly, across his forehead. Redlaw still held him by the sleeve, when Milly's voice was heard outside.
'Lord, keep my memory green! It's a very good prayer, Mr. Redlaw, that of the learned gentleman in the peaked beard, with a ruff round his neck hangs up, second on the right above the panelling, in what used to be, afore our ten poor gentlemen commuted, our great Dinner Hall. 'Lord, keep my memory green! It's very good and pious, sir. Amen! Amen!"
Not as he is, but as he was then, let him cry to Thee, as he has so often seemed to cry to us!" As the old man lifted up his trembling hands, the son, for whom he made the supplication, laid his sinking head against him for support and comfort, as if he were indeed the child of whom he spoke. When did man ever tremble, as Redlaw trembled, in the silence that ensued!
"Let me go to her, will you?" said the boy. "Not now," returned the Chemist. "Stay here. Nobody must pass in or out of the room now. Who's that?" "It's I, sir," cried Milly. "Pray, sir, let me in!" "No! not for the world!" he said. "Mr. Redlaw, Mr. Redlaw, pray, sir, let me in." "What is the matter?" he said, holding the boy.
Redlaw made a hasty motion with his hand, as if he would have put that subject on one side. "I speak," the other went on, "like a man taken from the grave. I should have made my own grave, last night, had it not been for this blessed hand." "Oh dear, he likes me too!" sobbed Milly, under her breath. "That's another!" "I could not have put myself in your way, last night, even for bread.
The boy watched his eyes keenly, as if he thought it needful to his own defence, not knowing what he might do next; and Redlaw could see well that no change came over him. "Where are they?" he inquired. "The woman's out." "I know she is. Where is the old man with the white hair, and his son?" "The woman's husband, d'ye mean?" inquired the boy. "Ay. Where are those two?" "Out.
"Why, when I look at my father, sir, and come to think of it," addressing Redlaw, with an impatience and irritation that were quite new, "I'm whipped if I can see anything in him but a calendar of ever so many years of eating and drinking, and making himself comfortable, over and over again."
Mr. Redlaw," said the student, faintly, "what I would have said, I have said ill, for my strength is strange to me as yet; but for anything unworthy in this fraud of mine, forgive me, and for all the rest forget me!"
But the light passed from it, like the sun-beam of an instant, and it clouded as before. "The name my mother bears, sir," faltered the young man, "the name she took, when she might, perhaps, have taken one more honoured. Mr. Redlaw," hesitating, "I believe I know that history. Where my information halts, my guesses at what is wanting may supply something not remote from the truth.
He was gazing drearily upon the place where she had been, when Redlaw came out of his concealment, and came to the door. "When sickness lays its hand on you again," he said, looking fiercely back at him, " may it be soon! Die here! Rot here!" "What have you done?" returned the other, catching at his cloak. "What change have you wrought in me? What curse have you brought upon me?
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