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"Didn't you know that there are two kinds of letters: those you want and those that want something?" asked Miss Spraggs, in a way that showed she was conscious of saying a smart thing. "I can hardly believe human nature to be so depraved as you would make it out to be, Eva," remarked Mrs Devitt, who disliked the fact of her unmarried sister possessing sharper wits than her own. "Oh!
"Your old schoolmistress!" remarked Miss Spraggs. "I didn't know she was alive," went on Mrs Devitt. "She writes from Brandenburg College, Aynhoe Road, West Kensington Park, London, asking me to do something for her." "Of course!" commented the agreeable rattle. "How did you know?" asked Mrs Devitt, looking up from the letter she was reading with the help of glasses.
That was one of the episodes that sickened her as she looked back, and made her resolve once more to trust less to her impulses especially in the matter of giving away rings. In the interval, however, she felt she had learned a good deal, especially since, by Mabel Lipscomb's advice, the Spraggs had moved to the Stentorian, where that lady was herself established.
But when that is done, I will tell you what I think he may be up the tree for." A man with the jumping-car was soon dispatched, by urgency of Jordas, for Dr. Spraggs, who lived several miles away, in a hamlet to the westward, inaccessible to anything that could not jump right nimbly. But the ladies made a slight mistake: they caught the doctor, but no patient.
'My dear fellow, I am infinitely sorry; but I was obliged to go down to Windsor, and I missed the return train. A good dinner? Who had you? 'A capital party, only you were wanted. We had Beaumanoir and Vere, and Jack Tufton and Spraggs. 'Was Spraggs rich? 'Wasn't he! I have not done laughing yet.
Spraggs, he has been reading poetry, which none of our family ever even dreamed of doing it is a young man, over your way somewhere. Possibly you may have heard of him." "That young man has a great deal to answer for. I have traced a very bad case of whooping-cough to him. That explains many symptoms which I could not quite make out. We will take away this book, madam, and give him Dr.
"God has singled us out for this bitter punishment," snuffled Mrs Devitt, as her eyes glanced at the heavily gilded chandelier. With a gesture of impatience, Devitt resumed his walk, while Miss Spraggs quickly went to windows and door, which she threw open to their utmost capacity for admitting air. "One thing must be done," declared Devitt. "Yes?" asked his wife eagerly.
"And we all but had her in the house," urged Mrs Devitt, much irritated at her husband's tacit support of the girl. "Anyway, she's far away from us now," said Devitt. "Where has she gone?" asked Miss Spraggs. "Somewhere in Dorsetshire," Devitt informed her. "If she hadn't gone, I should have made it my duty to urge her to leave Melkbridge," remarked Mrs Devitt.
He was shut off from external commune, and strictly blockaded in his bedroom, where his only attendants were his sweet mother, and an excellent nurse who stroked his forehead, and called him "dear pet," till he hated her, and, worst of all, that Dr. Spraggs, who lived in the house, because the weather was so bad.
Marvell's fears and tremors were almost harder to bear than the Spraggs' antagonism; and for the next few days Ralph wandered about miserably, dreading some fresh communication from Undine's lawyers, yet racked by the strain of hearing nothing more from them. Mr.
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