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Sykes sent a very characteristic epistle or two to the family after her return, and then let "silence like a poultice" come to heal the blows she had inflicted. "What do you hear from that idiotic young Ramsay?" "How is Ramsay opening the American oyster?" "What of poor Mr. Ramsay?" "Is Mr. Ramsay coming back to England?" were questions often asked by these correspondents; and Mr.
Sykes had played the part of the god from the machine. This energetic lady had made the doctor's professional career her peculiar care and it had occurred to her that, as a resident physician, he was disgracefully ignorant of the surrounding country.
He and I have bagged Sykes' old room, just over here." Railsford in his shirt-sleeves, and hemmed round by his luggage, looked up rather blankly at this friendly oration. However, his dignity came to his rescue. "How are you both? I hope we're to have a good steady term, my boys. Go to your study now later on we must have a talk."
The camps and hospitals west of us have been shelled, and all the river roads are packed full of ambulances and stretchers going east." "Where is my regiment?" "The Lancers rode away yesterday with General Stoneman all except haidqua'ters and one squadron yours, I think and they are acting escort to General Sykes at the overseers house beyond the oak grove.
This time, she chose the hill road, the one which led past the Sykes farm. Gifford Barrett was sauntering along by the roadside, smoking. His arm was in a sling, his hat drawn forward, half concealing the patch of plaster on his temple. As she passed, Phebe looked him full in the face, and instinctively his hand went to his cap, though without any sign of recognition.
Coombe had always treated with the utmost seriousness. Perhaps if a doctor were called in for Aunt Amy, Mrs. Coombe would lose her foolish dread of doctors and allow him to prescribe for her also. And if the new doctor were half as clever as Mrs. Sykes said he was Esther's heart began to warm a little as her fancy pictured such a pleasant solution of all her problems.
Going to the east we reach Helperthorpe, one of the Wold villages adorned with a new church in the Decorated style. The village gained this ornament through the generosity of the present Sir Tatton Sykes, of Sledmere, whose enthusiasm for church building is not confined to one place.
You can ask her," sneered Sykes. As the housekeeper sat on the piazza enjoying the cool evening breeze, Donald decided to avail himself of this permission, for he desired to know how well the two stories would agree. He saluted the lady, who gave him a pleasanter reception than her bearish husband had accorded to him. "Mr. Sykes told me that Captain Shivernock was away from home," said Donald.
Sykes, with more modesty, had asked me if I would send a photograph, when the film was developed of the snapshot I had taken of him, to his wife and the twins at Norwich. My car, upon whose carburettor an operation for appendicitis had been successfully performed by the handy men up at the H.Q. of the Troop Supply Column, stood at the door.
'Get this beast off the road, indicating the dying horse; 'then go home. You can set bones, Sykes? 'Yes, God has so blessed me, returned the pious Mr. Jonas. 'Then attend to his arm at once upon your arrival. The Lifter was exceedingly pale from the pain of his wound and from the loss of blood.
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