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Still, even supposing he had struck those trenchant blows over Sturk's head, it did not follow that it was without provocation or in cold blood. It looked, however, altogether so unpromising, that he would have been almost relieved to hear that Nutter's body had been found drowned in the river. Still there was a chance that he made good his retreat.
The fact was, these two gentlemen had been very near exchanging pistol shots, or sword thrusts, only a week or two before; and all about the unconscious gentleman who was smiling in his usual pleasant fashion over the back of Sturk's chair.
'Stabbed anywhere or gunshot wound? demanded Sturk. 'Nothing of the kind, Sir, upon my honour. 'You think I have a chance? and Sturk's cadaverous face was moist with the dews of an awful suspense. 'Chance, said Toole, in an encouraging tone, 'well, I suppose you have, Sir ha, ha! But, you know, you must not tire yourself, and we hope to have you on your legs again, Sir, in a reasonable time.
'Pen and ink in the drawing-room, Doctor Pell, said Toole, reverentially. 'Oh! no, no, Madam, excuse me, murmured Doctor Pell, gently pressing back Mrs. Sturk's fee, the residuum of Dangerfield's bounty, with his open palm. 'Oh, but Doctor Pell, urged she, in a persuasive aside, half behind him, in the shadow of the doorway.
As Toole debouched from Martin's-row, on his return, into the comparative amplitude of the main street of Chapelizod, he glanced curiously up to Sturk's bed-room windows. There were none of the white signals of death there.
Though the latter would not have helped him much; for he could not make out ten pounds just then, were it to save his life. But Nutter only said 'The rent's not mine; I can't give it or lose it; and Sturk's not safe. Will you lend it? I can't. This brought Cluffe to reason. He had opened the business, like a jolly companion, in a generous, full-blooded way.
He sat straight up in the bed, with his lips energetically compressed, and his eyebrows screwed together, and his shrewd, hard eyes rolling thoughtfully over the curtains, in the dark, and now and then an ejaculation of wonder, or a short oath, would slowly rise up, and burst from his lips, like a great bubble from the fermentation. Sturk's brain was in a hubbub.
He glanced up at Sturk's window it was a habit now so soon as he came in sight, but all looked as usual. So he mounted the steps, and asked to see Mrs. Sturk. 'My dear Madam, said he, after due courtesies interchanged, 'I've but a few minutes; my horse waits yonder at the Phoenix, and I'm away to town. How does your patient to-day?
Sturk's eager quivering pleadings for his life with kind though cautious evasions, he rightly judged that the figure that lay there was more than half in the land of ghosts already that the enchanter who met him in the Butcher's Wood, and whose wand had traced those parallel indentures in his skull, had not only exorcised for ever the unquiet spirit of intrigue, but wound up the tale of his days.
Her thoughts were running upon Dangerfield, and what 'compliment' he had probably made her husband at parting; and a minute or two after this, Devereux saw her, with her riding-hood on, trudging up to the "Salmon House" to make inquisition after the same. Dr. Sturk's spirits and temper had not become more pleasant lately.
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