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An' both times him and me turned round to look at each other. I noticed then what a good-humored face he had, an' how he walked with his shoulders back. Oh, that's the same man all right enough. What yuh say his name was?" "Turl T-u-r-l. Have you ever seen him at any other time?" "Never. I kep' my eye peeled fur 'im too, after I found there was no new lodger in the house.
In the man's agreeable presence, Larcher felt that to imagine the coincidences anything but coincidences was absurd. The two young men were soon bending over the book of engravings, which lay on a table. Turl pointed out beauties of detail which Larcher had never observed. "You talk like an artist," said Larcher. "I have dabbled a little," was the reply. "I believe I can draw, when put to it."
Anger unabated: More news of the bishop: Deliberation on the mode of my revenge: The articles answered; and new assailing doubts: A visit to Turl: Advice given and rejected: And former feelings revived The next morning, when I came to reflect on all that I had heard, I was surprised with the degree in which, by my mother's marriage with Wakefield, I appeared to be implicated in the history.
As yet we've kept our evidence to ourselves; but if you compel us, we shall know what to do with it." Turl let a frown of vexation appear. "I admit, that would put me out. It's a thing I would go far to avoid. Not that I fear the law; but to make matters public would spoil much. And I wouldn't make them public, except in self-defence if the very worst threatened me.
"I belong to the absent entirely and forever. Nothing can change my hope; or make me forget or want to forget." Turl looked at her with the mixture of tenderness and perplexity which he had shown before; but this time it was more poignant. "I see I must wait," he said, quietly. There was a touch of anger in her tone as she retorted, with an impatient laugh, "It will be a long time of waiting."
This plan he did not voluntarily mention; and, as my eagerness was all nestling in my manuscript, I made no further inquiry. It was presently produced. 'I have two or three times, said I, 'Mr. Turl, intruded upon you, and am come to trouble you once more. I have been writing a pamphlet, and should again be glad to have your opinion.
He informed me that the severe application of Turl had enfeebled his health, and had induced him to reside for a few weeks at a small place by the sea-side, that he might enjoy the benefits of bathing and the fresh breezes; for which purpose he had left London the week before: that neither Wilmot nor Turl himself considered his case at present as the least dangerous, but that they had both agreed this was a prudent step; and that he had received a letter from Turl, informing him of his safe arrival; and that he thought he had already derived benefit and animation from the journey.
The talk was interrupted by a knock at the door. The servant gave the name of Mr. Turl. Florence turned crimson, and stood at a loss. "You can't truly say you're out, dear," counselled Edna, in an undertone. "Show him in," said Florence. Turl entered. Florence looked and spoke coldly. "I told you I'd send a message when I wished you to call." He was wistful, but resolute. "I know it," he said.
"Madame Bovary!" he said quizzically, reading the title of the book on the little fat man's bookrest; and, holding it closer to his boiled-looking eyes, he repeated, as though it were a joke, "Madame Bovary!" "Do you mean to say, Turl, that you can stand that stuff?" said Berryman.
He's a clever fellow here are some comic sketches he brought me this afternoon." Larcher got the drawings from his table, and handed them to Mr. Bud. "I don't know how good these are; I haven't examined them yet." The farmer grinned at the fun of the first picture, then read aloud the name, "F. Turl." "Oh, has he signed this lot?" asked Larcher. "I told him he ought to.
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