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Dangerfield waited, and talked a little to Mrs. Sturk and the maid, who were now making preparations, in short sentences, by fits and starts of half-a-dozen words at a time. He had commenced his visit ceremoniously, but now he grew brusque, and took the command: and his tones were prompt and stern, and the women grew afraid of him. Ten o'clock came.
Doctor Dillon knew that the profession slighted him; and every man's hand against him, his was against every man. Sturk was propped up and knew Lowe, and was, in a ghastly sort of way, glad to see him. He looked strangely pale and haggard, and spoke faintly. 'Take pen and ink, said he. There were both and paper ready.
Sturk be sworn ha, ha magna est veritas there is nothing hidden that shall not be revealed; ha, ha. Let Dr. Sturk be called. So the white, thin phantom of the spectacles and tobacco pipe, sitting upright by the fire, amused himself with a solitary banter.
Then Mr. Dangerfield moved to the window. There was a round hole in the shutter, and through it he glanced into the street, and was satisfied. By this time he had his white-pocket-handkerchief in his hands. He folded it deftly across and across into a small square, and then the spectacles flashed coldly on the image of Dr. Sturk, and then on the door; and there was a pause.
There was always something interposed, or he stole behind him, or just as he was entering and the door swinging open, Sturk would awake and he never saw him, at least in a human shape. But one night he thought he saw, as it were, his sign or symbol.
But this was only one of Sturk's explosions, and he and little Toole parted no better and no worse friends than usual, in ten minutes more at the latter's door-step. So Toole said to Mrs. T. that evening 'Sturk owes money, mark my words, sweetheart. Remember I say it he'll cool his heels in a prison, if he's no wiser than of late, before a twel'month.
You see a little bit of usury under the rose is all very well for a vulgar dog like Sturk, if he knows the town, and how to go about it; but hang, it, he knows nothing. Why, the turnpike-man, over the way, would not have taken old Jos.
I'm a peaceable man, and no bully, and only wants to live quiet, said Irons in a hurry. 'A disciple of my school, you're right, Irons, that's my way; I never name Charles except to the two or three who meet him, and then only when I can't help it, just as you do; fellows of that kidney I always take quietly, and I've prospered. Sturk would do well to reconsider his message.
Sturk, deprecating and wheedling him instinctively to make him of her side, and lead him to take part with her and resist all violence to her husband flesh of her flesh, and bone of her bone. 'Why don't you spake, Sor-r-r? Are you the barber we sent for or no? What ails you, man? demanded the savage Doctor Dillon, in a suppressed roar.
See nearer d'ye see, there's two converging lines d'ye see, Ma'am? and he indicated their directions with the silver handle of an instrument he held in his hand, 'and serrated at the edges, I'll be bound. And he plucked off two or three strips of plaster with a quick whisk, which made poor little Mrs. Sturk wince and cry, 'Oh, dear, Sir!
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