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'But it is always so when he is ever so little ill, my precious little man; and I know if he thought it anything the least serious, Doctor Buddle would have looked in before now, he's so very kind. 'I wish my darling could get a little sleep. He's very tired, nurse, said Rachel. 'Yes'm, very tired'm; would he like his precious head lower a bit? No; very well, darling, we'll leave it so.
He won't eat, and looks pale, but he slept very well, my darling man; and Doctor Buddle I met him this morning so kindly took him into his room, and examined him, and says it may be nothing at all, please Heaven, and she sighed, smiling still. 'Dear little Fairy where is he? asked Rachel, her sad eyes looking toward the door. 'In the study with his Wapsie. Mrs.
Buddle, "three distinct subsidences were perceptible at the surface, after the clearing out of three seams of coal below, and innumerable vertical cracks were caused in the incumbent mass of sandstone and shale which thus settled down." Section of carboniferous strata at Wallsend, Newcastle, showing "creeps." The upper seam, or main coal, here worked out, was 630 feet below the surface.
'Doctor Buddle has been very kind but he is, I am afraid, more desponding than poor William or Dolly imagines Heaven help them! 'But children recover wonderfully. What is his ailment? 'Gastric fever, the doctor says. I had a foreboding of evil the moment I saw him before the poor little man was put to his bed. Dorcas rang the bell.
Then a man entered with a bundle under his arm, and as he did so the major thought that he had never smelt such a fiendish smell in the whole course of his life. He held his nose; and when the man saw the gesture, he said, "I thought so; the usual effect. You hold it tight while I explain." "What hab you god id that buddle?" asked the major.
He has been three nights together without once putting off his clothes think of that; and, my dear, on Friday week he fell through the window of the Fancy Emporium, at two o'clock in the morning; and Doctor Buddle says if the cut on his jaw had been half an inch lower, he would have cut some artery, and lost his life wretched man!
Doctor Buddle had been six miles away that evening with a patient, and looked in at the vicar's long after the candles were lighted. He was not satisfied with little Fairy not at all satisfied. He put his hand under the clothes and felt his thin, slender limbs thinner than ever now.
'She's clever and I don't think she gives me up yet, no a drink! and they think I'm more hurt than I really am Buddle, you know only an apothecary village; and he groaned.
But the clouds had begun to break, and the sky to clear, over the good vicar, just at the point where they had been darkest and most menacing. Little Fairy, after all, was better. Good-natured Buddle had been there at nine, quite amazed at his being so well, still reserved and cautious, and afraid of raising hopes.
Within a week after the operation, Buddle began to talk so confidently about his patient, that the funereal cloud that overhung Brandon had almost totally disappeared, and Major Jackson had quite unpacked his portmanteau. About a week after the 'accident' there came one of Mr. Mark Wylder's strange letters to Mr. Jos. Larkin. This time it was from Marseilles, and bore date the 27th November.
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