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If he won't give me the money I think perhaps he'll lend it, and then we'll shoot off to Runnygate and take up that practice and live happily ever after." With the brave ardour of youth they discussed the delectable picture; arranged the rooms they had never seen; planned the daily life of which they had not the smallest experience.
George burst out with a violent jerk; clasped his Mary in an immense hug. "Runnygate!" came thickly from his Mary, face squashed against this splendid fellow. When they unlocked my blushing Mary suddenly paled: "Oh, but you, Mr. Wyvern you found it really." "Not much," Bill declared. "Not likely. You found it. I couldn't have the reward, anyway. I'm one of the staff."
Marrapit had refused the money that was to mean marriage and Runnygate; she had not even danced with her George upon his success in his examination. Leaving the household upon his desperate clue, George could do no more than before them all bid her formal farewell. At half-past eight he is cramming the peerless Rose of Sharon into a basket taken from Mr.
Beneath this new distress George postponed the burning desire to clasp his Mary in his arms and beg forgiveness. He hurried to hospital; made for the Dean's office. Here disaster was confirmed. Simpson had already taken the Yorkshire place; the Dean had no other posts on his lists. "Only this Runnygate practice," he said. "I haven't seen you since you qualified. Can you raise the price?"
When George had indulged his transports till he was calmer, he took a moment's swift thought to decide his action. Since someone was bouncing a spurious Rose on his uncle, he must delay, he decided, no longer must dash in with the true Rose at once. Surely his uncle's delight would be sufficient to arouse in him the gratitude that would produce the sum necessary for Runnygate!
There was not a chair on which she could sit, not a dish in the larder. George recalled that tight little practice at Runnygate that might be had for 400 pounds; went down to breakfast rehearsing a scene with his uncle; was moody through the meal. The breakfast dragged past its close. Mr. Marrapit spoke. "The moments fly," he observed. Margaret said earnestly: "Oh, yes, father."
Bending over you might see George upon one of the summer evenings when, his duties through, he is taking his Mary for a drive in the country behind that rising seaside resort Runnygate. They are plunging along in a tremendous dogcart drawn by an immense horse.
George had scarcely explained to the Dean an incoherent story of L500 won through a newspaper competition, when the Mr. Lawrence, M.R.C.S., L.R.C.P., whose practice was at Runnygate, arrived. Informally the purchase was at once arranged; a further meeting settled.
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