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The horses need training, you see, and we reckoned the trained ones had all died out. 'Horses? repeated Doctor Unonius. 'Then that accounts for the noise I heard 'Eh? queried Mr Rattenbury sharply. 'A sound of galloping, as it were. I opened the window to look, but could see nothing. Mrs Tresize caught her breath. 'Yes, yes, she put in, 'Doctor Unonius opened the window.
Thus concludes the epitaph of Doctor Unonius, upon a modest stone in the churchyard of Polpeor, in Cornwall, of which parish he was, during his life, the general friend, as his scientific reputation now abides its boast.
The night was moonless but strewn with stars. A tonic north-east wind hummed over the high moors, and seemed to prick old Dapple, prescient of his own straw and rack, to his very best trot. It was a penetrating wind, too; but Doctor Unonius, wrapped in his frieze coat, with the famous Penalune brandy playing about the cockles of his heart, defied its chill.
But the chase, if chase were given, was vain from the first: for Dapple tore along as though the devil himself sat behind the splashboard. But while the gig swayed and rocked, and while the wind sung past his ears, Doctor Unonius thrust a foot out, and steadying it against the hard bag, enjoyed some crowded moments of glorious life.
Doctor Unonius bit his nether lip. Strange that he had overlooked this. . . . He had a scholar's conscience. He could not endure to garble a quotation or suppress a material point for the sake of illustrating an argument more vividly. . . . Besides, it might delude some unfortunate person into sitting down where self-preservation demanded a more alert posture.
She had, in fact, been sent upstairs at the sound of wheels, and from behind a curtain had recognised Doctor Unonius as he examined the paper by the light of his gig-lamp. 'Tryphena, here's Doctor Unonius, and he brings word we're to be robbed and murdered in our beds. 'The Lord preserve us! said Tryphena.
Doctor Unonius could not overlook a falsehood, and from that hour his thoughts never rested upon the widow Tresize as a desirable woman to wed. But he had grave searchings of conscience on the part he had been made to play. Undoubtedly he had misled Mr Rattenbury, and all question of public honesty apart had perhaps injured that young officer's chances of promotion.
'Ah, good-evening, Mr Truman! There has been some mistake, I hear; but it's by the greatest good luck you came to me. Here is your missing property, eh? She smiled and held out the bag. Butcher Truman stared at it. 'Send I may never he began; and with that his gaze, travelling past the bag, fell on Doctor Unonius. 'You? he stuttered, clenching his thick fists.
He could not recognise her at all, though he knew, or believed that he knew, everybody man, woman, or child within a radius of ten miles. But Doctor Unonius was ever polite. 'Hey? Good-evening, ma'am! he sang out. 'You startled the old horse a bit. I hope he has not frightened you? There was no answer. 'Can I offer you a lift, ma'am, if you're going my way?
He gave a sharp look at her and called to Dapple. The horse pulled himself together and broke into a brisk trot, which continued for hard upon half a mile before either occupant of the gig broke silence. For Doctor Unonius was considering.
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