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Avaunt. He had found out a charm to rout them all, and they sha'n't now lay a finger on him a short and sharp way to clear himself; and so I believe he had. Mrs. Sturk, though very quiet, was an active little body, with a gentle, anxious face. She was up and about very early, and ran down to the King's House, to ask Mrs.
Sturk, who was looking out upon him from Barney's window, he rode away for Dublin. Toole, on reaching town, spurred on to the dingy residence of Mr. Luke Gamble. It must be allowed that he had no clear intention of taking any step whatsoever in consequence of what he might hear. But the little fellow was deuced curious; and Dirty Davy's confidence gave him a sort of right to be satisfied.
Sturk that you have an immediate concern for forty pounds, to which, I venture to surmise, will be added some fees, etc. I take leave, therefore, to send herewith fifty guineas, which I trust will suffice for this troublesome affair. We can talk hereafter about repayment. Mrs. Sturk has handed me a memorandum of the advance.
As Sturk lay his length under the bed-clothes, with his back turned upon his slumbering helpmate, he was, in the spirit, sitting perpendicularly in his great balloon-backed chair at his writing-table, in the window of the back one-pair-of-stairs chamber which he called his library, where he sometimes wrote prescriptions, and pondering over his pennyweights, his Roman numerals, his guttæ and pillulæ, his 3s, his 5s, his 9s, and the other arabesque and astrological symbols of his mystery, he looked over his pen into the church-yard, which inspiring prospect he thence commanded.
Sturk heard him draw the bolt, and felt that her Barney had passed out of her hands, and that she could do nothing for him now but clasp her hands and gasp up her prayers for his deliverance; and so great indeed was her anguish and panic, that she had not room for the feminine reflection how great a brute Doctor Dillon was.
'He met me in the Butcher's Wood; he said he was going to sleep in town, and Sturk groaned dismally; 'and he began talking on business and turned and walked a bit with me. I did not expect to see him there he was frank and spoke me fair. We were walking slowly.
And there was a great deal of pretty bowing, and each was the other's 'most obedient, and declared himself honoured; and the conventional parenthesis ended, things returned to their former course. Puddock only perceived that Mrs. Sturk was giving Dangerfield a rambling sort of account of the people of Chapelizod. Dangerfield, to do him justice, listened attentively.
A short, clear, horrible statement unfolded the case for the crown. Then the dying deposition of Sturk was put in evidence; then Irons the clerk was put up, and told his tale doggedly and distinctly, and was not to be shaken.
It struck me, when originally reading the correspondence which is digested in these pages, as hardly credible that Doctor Sturk should have continued to live for so long a space in a state of coma.
Toole called Sturk a 'horse doctor, and 'the smuggler' in reference to some affair about French brandy, never made quite clear to me, but in which, I believe, Sturk was really not to blame; and Sturk called him 'that drunken little apothecary' for Toole had a boy who compounded, under the rose, his draughts, pills, and powders in the back parlour and sometimes, 'that smutty little ballad singer, or 'that whiskeyfied dog-fancier, Toole. There was no actual quarrel, however; they met freely told one another the news their mutual disagreeabilities were administered guardedly and, on the whole, they hated one another in a neighbourly way.
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