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Gribble upstairs, made a long and thorough investigation of his patient. "Say 'ninety-nine," he said, adjusting his stethoscope. Mrs. Gribble ticked off "ninety-nines" until her husband's ears ached with them. The doctor finished at last, and, fastening his bag, stood with his beard in his hand, pondering. He looked from the little, whitefaced woman on the bed to the bulky figure of Mr. Gribble.
The Sick Ox The Thunder Moon passed quickly by; the hay was in; the barley partly so. Day by day the whitefaced oxen toiled at the creaking yoke, as the loads of hay and grain were jounced cumbrously over roots and stumps of the virgin fields. Everything was promising well, when, as usual, there came a thunderbolt out of the clear sky. Buck, the off ox, fell sick.
"D n you, Andrew!" the former said, turning upon him, whitefaced, and with a sort of petulant anger. "Why do you come here and spoil things like this?" Andrew stood upon the hearthrug, and looked at his brother, black and forbidding. "Cecil," he said, "my life has been spoilt by paying for your excesses.
For a second the tableau held: Rachael, agonized, her beautiful face colorless, and dripping with rain, her husband staring at her as if he could not credit his senses, the child's limp body in his arms, yet not quite freed from hers. In the background were the whitefaced servants and the gray-headed doctor upon whose conversation the newcomers had so abruptly broken.
A set of whitefaced mechanics, without pluck enough to rob a hen-roost. Take that, you cur!" The speaker rose suddenly to his feet and lurched across the room in Fenwick's direction. He aimed an unexpected blow at the latter which sent him headlong to the floor, and immediately the whole room was a scene of angry violence. Vera shrank back in her shelter, hardly knowing what to do next.
It was morning, and Whitefaced Mountain shone clear and high, without a touch of cloud or mist from its haunches to its crown. They knocked at the hut door, and, in answer to a voice, entered. The sunlight streamed in over a woman, lying upon a heap of dried flowers in a corner. A man was kneeling beside her. They came near, and saw that the woman was Cynthie.
She stopped abruptly just beyond the threshold; the smell of chloroform was heavy upon the air, Tony lay whitefaced upon a table, Caleb Patten with coat off and sleeves rolled up was bending over him. "Oh, señorita!" cried a woman, hurrying forward, her hands twisting nervously in her apron. And a torrential outpouring in Spanish greeted the mystified Virginia.
It was the room where only that afternoon Robert Turold had unfolded the history of his life's quest: a large gloomy room with heavy old furniture, faded prints of the Cornish coast, and a whitefaced clock on the mantel-piece with a loud clucking tick. Dr.
She was conscious only of the fact that her brother had been cut off in the very moment of success before it, indeed; ere he had actually tasted the sweets of the ambition he had given all his years to gain. Silence fell between them, broken only by the clucking of the whitefaced clock and the dreary sound of the wind outside, crying round the old house like a frightened woman in the dark.
"You could keep house out there just as well as you do here. And it would be easy for you to learn to milk " "That whitefaced cow? My goodness! I'd just as quick learn to milk a switch-engine!" "But it's only her head that looks so wicked to you," laughed Hiram. "And you don't milk that end." "Well mebbe," admitted Mrs. Atterson, doubtfully.
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