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She was very ill, and Mr Rowland and Phoebe were alarmed. Philip was at the corner-house. Mrs Rowland was gone to see Miss Young, to convince her that she must put herself into Mr Walcot's hands immediately to declare, indeed, that she should send her own medical man to attend her dear children's governess. The argument occupied some time, and Mrs Rowland's absence was protracted.
There's no doubt he is at home." "I could wait here till the gentleman comes home," said the tall woman; "and so get the first advice for my poor baby. 'Tis very ill, ma'am." "Better go to Mr Walcot," persisted Morris. "Or to my brother at Mr Grey's," said Margaret, unwilling to lose the chance of a new patient for Edward, and thinking his advice better, for the child's sake, than Mr Walcot's.
Some of Mr Walcot's friends had been remonstrating with him about going so much among the poor sick people, just at this time; and Mr Walcot had been consulting her as to whether his duty to his parents did not require that he should have some regard to his own safety. He had not known what to do about going to a house in Turnstile-lane, where some people were ill.
"That, like as Thou didst then accept of an atonement, and didst command the destroying angel to cease from punishing, so it may now please thee to withdraw from us this plague and grievous sickness; through Jesus Christ, our Lord." Every voice in the church uttered `Amen, except Mr Walcot's. He was struggling with his sobs.
I found him stretched upon the floor below, deserted, helpless, and bleeding. The moment I beheld him, he was recognised. The last of evils was to look upon the face of this assassin; but that evil is past, and shall never be endured again. "Rise, and come with me. Accommodation is prepared for you at Walcot's.
The reason of Hope's anxiety to consign Sophia to Mr Walcot's charge was, that he saw Enderby pacing the aisle alone with rapid steps, his face hung with gloom as deep as darkened the walls about him. "Enderby, are you mad?" cried Hope, hastening in to him. "I believe I am. As you are aware, no man has better cause." "I wait your explanation. Till I have it, your conduct is a perfect mystery.
"It is far the readiest way to go to Mr Walcot's," declared Maria, whose arm Margaret felt to tremble within her own. "I believe you are right," said Margaret. "You had better not waste any more time here, good woman. It may make all the difference to your child." "If you would let me wait till the gentleman comes home," said the tall woman. "Impossible.
"Instead of forgiving it," said Hope, "I shall take leave rather to admire it. There is a fine chivalrous spirit shown in fighting Mr Walcot's battles with our friends and relations." "There, now!" cried Sydney, triumphantly. "But I can't help it, you see.
She was to be quite well now soon. Mr Walcot's opinion of her case was precisely what Mrs Rowland had always held. Mrs Enderby's complaints were nervous nervous altogether. Mr Walcot's countenance wore an expression of perfect delight at the prospect, and Mr Grey's of the blackest displeasure.
It is too late to-night for patients to wait. This lady's landlord, without there, will show you the way to Mr Walcot's. Call him, Morris." Morris went out upon the steps, but the tall woman passed her, and was gone. Morris stepped in briskly, and put up the chain. "You were very ready to send a new patient to Mr Walcot, Morris," said Margaret, smiling.
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