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Updated: May 17, 2025
'Whereupon that young prince, having been taught all the vices of the English, will play ducks and drakes with the money and undo ten years' work in eighteen months. I've seen that business before, said Spurstow. 'I should tackle the king with a light hand, if I were you, Lowndes. They'll hate you quite enough under any circumstances. 'That's all very well.
I can just recollect my mother singing me to sleep with that when I was a little chap, said Spurstow. The darkness had fallen on the room. They could hear Hummil squirming in his chair. 'Consequently, said he testily, 'you sing it when you are seven fathom deep in Hell! It's an insult to the intelligence of the Deity to pretend we're anything but tortured rebels.
At the end of the narrative the silver cigarette-case was produced, and the last words that Hummil said as he fell back for the second time were, 'Put me quite to sleep; for if I'm caught I die, I die! 'Yes, yes; we all do that sooner or later, thank Heaven who has set a term to our miseries, said Spurstow, settling the cushions under the head.
Should he go out and harangue the coolie? It started forward again with a savage jerk, and a pin came out of the towels. When this was replaced, a tomtom in the coolie-lines began to beat with the steady throb of a swollen artery inside some brain-fevered skull. Spurstow turned on his side and swore gently. There was no movement on Hummil's part.
Spurstow preach before the King a poor dry sermon; but a very good anthem of Captn. Cooke's afterwards. To my Lord's and dined with him; he all dinner time talking French to me, and telling me the story how the Duke of York hath got my Lord Chancellor's daughter with child,
'Bosh! said Spurstow, as he framed his lips to the tremendous words that stand at the head of the burial service. After breakfast they smoked a pipe in silence to the memory of the dead. Then Spurstow said absently ''Tisn't in medical science. 'What? 'Things in a dead man's eye. 'For goodness' sake leave that horror alone! said Lowndes.
I don't know what I say half my time. For three weeks I've had to think and spell out every word that has come through my lips before I dared say it. Isn't that enough to drive a man mad? I can't see things correctly now, and I've lost my sense of touch. My skin aches my skin aches! Make me sleep. Oh, Spurstow, for the love of God make me sleep sound. It isn't enough merely to let me dream.
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