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He said he had caught cold. He coughed a little; wondered why Mr. Wingfold did not come to see him, dozed a good deal, and often woke with a start. Mrs. Ramshorn thought Helen ought to make him get up: nothing, she said, could be worse for him than lying in bed; but Helen thought, even if her aunt were right, he must be humoured. The following day Mr.
They got a little into his mouth, but he could not swallow it. Still it seemed to do him good, for presently he gave a deep sigh; and just then they heard the carriage stop at the gate. Wingfold took him up, carried him to it, got in with him in his arms, and held him on his knees until he reached the manor house, when he carried him upstairs and laid him on the sofa.
Hence the moment he had made up his mind to confess, he was ready to trust George entirely, and although he was disappointed to find him receive his communication in a spirit so different from that of Wingfold and his friend, he felt no motion of distrust on that account, seeing Helen, who had been to him true as steel, took the same view of his resolution.
Plainly, to judge from the one Bascombe used, he was accustomed to lay down the law, but in gentlemanly fashion, and not as if he cared a bit about the thing in question himself. By the side of his easy carriage, his broad chest, and towering Greek-shaped head, Thomas Wingfold dwindled almost to vanishing in a word, looked nobody.
"Why should you be tortured over again? You needn't mind leaving me. Mr. Wingfold will take care of me." Helen left the room, with one anxious look at her brother as she went. Without a moment's further delay, Leopold began, and in wonderfully direct and unbroken narrative, told the sad evil tale as he had formerly told it to his sister, only more consecutively and quietly.
"Yes, please, sir," answered Leopold, as humbly as a child. "I think sometimes, if I could but see Jesus for one moment " "Ah!" cried Leopold, and gave a great sigh. 'YOU would like to see him then, would you?" "Oh, Mr. Wingfold!" "What would you say to him if you saw him?" "I don't know. I would fall down on my face and hold his feet lest he should go away from me."
Drake liked good poetry, but did not much relish being called upon to admire, as he imagined he was now. He assented, of course, graciously enough, and soon found his mistake. By the time Wingfold ceased, the tears were running down the old man's face. When he saw that, the curate rose at once, laid the book on the table, shook hands with him, and went away.
Rachel ran to the garden to her uncle and Wingfold. They looked at each other for a moment in silence. "I will follow her," said Wingfold. "She may faint again. If she does I shall whistle." He followed, and kept her in sight until she was safe in her aunt's garden. "What IS to be done?" he said, returning in great trouble.
George was such a healthy nature and such a sound thinker! Was it not as ridiculous as horrible for any man to think he had a right to throw away his very existence, and bring disgrace upon his family as well, for a mere point of honour no, not honour, mere fastidiousness! Leopold was better, and willing enough to see George, saying only, "I would rather it were Mr. Wingfold.
Just as they reached the door in the fence which would let them out upon the meadow in sight of the Manor-house, she turned to him and said, "I will trust you, Mr. Wingfold. I mean, I will take you to my brother, and he shall do as he thinks proper." They passed out and walked across the meadow in silence.
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