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Updated: June 11, 2025
There was no more use in Sturk's endeavours to reduce all this to order, than in reading the Riot Act to a Walpurgis gathering. So he sat muttering unconscious ejaculations, and looking down, as it were, from his balcony, waiting for the uproar to abate; and when the air did clear and cool a little, there was just one face that remained impassive, and serenely winked before his eyes.
His lordship will have me listen to Doctor Sturk's talk, such as it is. 'He has no talk in him, Sir, you mayn't get from any other impudent dunderhead in the town, answered Nutter. 'My dear Sir, understand me.
Sturk's a dead man too, you may say; and I think he knew that is brought to mind somewhat. He lay, you see, on the night Mr.
That night, at nine o'clock, the great Doctor Pell arrived in his coach, with steaming horses, at Sturk's hall-door, where the footman thundered a tattoo that might have roused the dead; for it was the family's business, if they did not want a noise, to muffle the knocker.
Sturk was absent; but the little file of children, on whom the neighbours looked with an awful and a tender curiosity, was there. Lord Townshend, too, was in the viceregal seat, with gentlemen of his household behind, splendid in star and peruke, and eyed over their prayer-books by many inquisitive Christians. Nutter's little pew, under the gallery, was void like Sturk's.
Well, a ticket was found trod into the bloody mud, scarcely legible, and Sturk's cocked hat, the leaf and crown cut through with a blow of some blunt instrument. His sword they had found by his side not drawn. 'See! here's a foot-print, too, said Lowe; 'don't move! It was remarkable.
His coach stands at Sturk's door, Larry says, and we'll soon hear how he fares. And up got Major O'Neill with a 'hey! ho ho! and out he went, followed by old Slowe, with his little tankard in his fist, to the inn-door, where the major looked on the carriage, lighted up by the footman's flambeau, beneath the old village elm up the street smoking his pipe still to keep it burning, and communicating with Slowe, two words at a time.
But now he had only a moment to pull off his boots, to get into his grand costume, and seize his cane and his muff, too for he sported one; and so transformed and splendid, he marched down the paved trottoir Doctor Pell happily not yet arrived to Sturk's house. There was a hackney coach near the steps.
David O'Reegan people generally refer phenomena to what most concerns themselves and a dim horror of some unknown summary process dismayed him; but his hall-door shone peaceably in the sun, and his boy stood whistling on the steps, with his hands in his pockets. Nobody had been there since, and Pell had not yet called at Sturk's.
Dangerfield dealt liberally with the surgeon, who promised to be in attendance at Dr. Sturk's house in Chapelizod, at seven o'clock next evening. 'And pray, Dr. Dillon, come in a coach, said Dangerfield, 'and in costume you understand. They've been accustomed, you know, to see Pell and other doctors who make a parade.
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