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Updated: September 12, 2025
I was cool enough, but a strain on the mind was more to me then than twenty years before. So I drank a dram, and I heard a noise outside my window. 'Twas then that stupid dog, Cluffe, saw me, as he swears. 'Well, next day Sturk was brought home; Nutter was gone, and the suspicion attached to him. That was well.
'I'm very bad the sight's affected, groaned Sturk. 'See, Sir, you tire yourself to no purpose. You're in good hands, Sir and all will go well as we expect Pell has been with you twice 'H'm! Pell that's good. 'And you're going on mighty well, Sir, especially to-night. 'Doctor, upon your honour, have I a chance? 'You have, Sir, certainly yes upon my honour.
Sturk, the wives of the two men who most hated one another within the vicinage of Chapelizod natural enemies, holding aloof one from another, and each regarding the other in a puzzled way, with a sort of apprehension and horror, as the familiar of that worst and most formidable of men her husband were this night stricken with a common fear and sorrow.
It was just about that time that our friend, Dr. Sturk, had two or three odd dreams that secretly acted disagreeably upon his spirits. His liver he thought was a little wrong, and there was certainly a little light gout sporting about him.
A correspondence, afterwards read in the Irish House of Lords, was carried on between the Irish and the English law officers of the crown for the case, for many reasons, was admitted to be momentous as to which crime he should be first tried for the murder of Sturk, or that of Beauclerc.
Thus, as out of the body sat our recumbent doctor in the room underneath the bed in which his snoring idolon lay, Tom Dunstan stood beside the table, with the short white threads sticking out on his blue sleeve, where the stitching of the stripes had been cut through on that twilight parade morning when the doctor triumphed, and Tom's rank, fortune, and castles in the air, all tumbled together in the dust of the barrack pavement; and so, with his thin features and evil eye turned sideways to Sturk, says he, with a stiff salute 'A gentleman, Sir, that means to dine with you, and there was the muffled knock at the door which he knew so well, and a rustling behind him.
So Dangerfield's little dyspepsy had like to have cured one or other of the village leeches, for ever and a day, of the heart-ache and all other aches that flesh is heir to. For Dangerfield commenced with Toole: and that physician, on the third day of his instalment, found that Sturk had stept in and taken his patient bodily out of his hands.
Sturk was incensed by the suspicion that Tom Toole knew something of his losses, 'the dirty, little, unscrupulous spy and tattler. He was confident, however, that he could not know their extent.
The clink of a horse-shoe drew Puddock to the window. Sturk riding into town, reined in his generous beast, and called up to the little lieutenant. 'Well, he's taken it, eh? Puddock smiled a pleasant smile and nodded. 'Walk him about, then, for an hour or so, and he'll do. 'Thank you, Sir, said little Puddock, gaily.
'Ha, Lieutenant Puddock, with a smile, which Puddock thought significant 'give you good-evening, Sir. Dr. Toole anywhere about, or have you seen Sturk? 'No, he had not. The general wanted to hear by accident, or in confidence, all about it; and having engaged Puddock in talk, that officer followed by his side.
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