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No doubt, now that she recognised the source of that vague shrinking she felt in regard to Sartorius she would experience it no longer. Odd, in more ways than one he did resemble a python.
He is capable of anything, everything! I tell you, I am terrified!" Esther, by the bathroom window, nodded to herself with satisfaction at the confirmation of her theory. So it had been the will Lady Clifford was trying to see! Matters were clearing up. She heard Sartorius say sceptically: "Don't be a fool! Go back to your room; this is neither the time nor the place for these conferences.
Without answering her, Sartorius finished his coffee and rose. "Moi je crois," volunteered Aline with enjoyment, "que Madame a un peu de fièvre." "Oh, I hope not!" The old lady glanced quickly at Roger and then at Esther, who both remained impassive. "It may be nothing at all," Esther said soothingly, just as she had done on a former occasion. "I shouldn't get upset."
The startling denunciation she had given voice to had hardly registered upon his brain, meaning to him only a confirmation of the deplorable truth which Sartorius had foreseen. She was, almost without doubt, unhinged: her whole appearance and manner went to prove it. In an agony of mind Roger took in the details of her sodden clothing, her wet, tangled hair, her dreadful pallor.
"But certainly, monsieur. This is Dr. Gregory Sartorius, who for some weeks has been my husband's private physician. He is still staying here, as a favour to me, in order to be of service to my stepson, who has not been well." The officer bowed, plainly as much impressed by the lady's generosity to her ungrateful relative as by the magnificence of having a private physician in attendance.
Sartorius used to observe the Indian miners bringing loads of above five-hundred-weight up a hundred fathoms of mine-ladders, which consist of trunks of trees fixed slanting across the shaft, with notches cut in them for steps. As I have said before, it is not the mere training of the individual that has produced this remarkable development of the power of carrying loads.
What on earth can we do for her?" Less moved than the others Sartorius motioned to Roger with his head, at the same time putting a firm hand on Esther's trembling shoulder. "I will attend to her, Mr. Clifford, leave her to me. I have dealt with these cases often. It is a mistake to sympathise too much; what they are playing for is sympathy. Just help me to get her to that sofa."
In this work the author gives detailed descriptions of almost all the known volcanic districts of the globe, and defends what is called "the chemical theory of volcanic action" a theory at one time held by Sir Humphrey Davy. Wolfgang Sartorius von Waltershausen, Der Ætna. This work possesses a melancholy interest from the fact that its distinguished author did not live to see its publication.
He discovered Sartorius in his own bedroom, sorting out the contents of his black leather bag. "Have you seen Miss Rowe, doctor?" he demanded rather abruptly. With a visible effort the big man tore his attention away from his occupation. "Miss Rowe?" he repeated vaguely. "Oh, yes, I believe she left the house a little while ago." "But wasn't she going with you?"
She bit her lips and faced him defiantly. "I shall not answer any question that is put in such a way," she retorted. "Let me pass; I insist on leaving this room." "Listen to me, Thérèse. A little while ago Miss Rowe made a terrible accusation concerning you and Sartorius. I begin to think her statement has got to be investigated. I am giving you a chance now to explain matters." "Investigated!
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