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She fixes on the central comedy of the situation, Sir Condy's innocent vanity and its pitiable disappointment is it necessary to recall that he had arranged for the wake himself, because he always wanted to see his own funeral?
I didn't bribe the cook to put paraffin oil in your dinner, and I should never have thought of pouring Condy's Fluid over your bed." "Has that curate, Meldon, I mean " "He's not a curate," said Miss King. "He's a vicar at least." "I shouldn't wonder if he turned out to be an archdeacon. But has he It's rather an awkward question to ask; but you're not a child, Milly.
Not an instant was given them for preparation. The thing had happened with the abruptness of a transformation scene at a theatre. Condy's knock had evoked a situation. Speech was stricken from their mouths. For a moment they were bereft even of action, and stood there on the threshold, staring open-mouthed and open-eyed at the sudden reappearance of their "matrimonial object."
I hope you don't mind my saying so. I need scarcely tell you that it wasn't a personal matter. There's nothing I should enjoy more than having you here permanently." "I suppose that the Condy's Fluid and the paraffin oil were ?" "Means to the same end," said Meldon. "They were kindly meant. If they caused you any serious inconvenience " "They did." "Then I apologise, frankly and unreservedly.
Travis was cross in a moment, all the more so because Condy had spoken the exact truth. It was quite impossible for her to carry a tune half a dozen bars without entangling herself in as many different keys. What voice she had was not absolutely bad; but as she persisted in singing in spite of Condy's guying, he put back his head and began a mournful and lugubrious howling.
I felt I could not attend to it, and have my tea afterwards, so I directed one of the canoe-shaped little tubs, used for beating up the manioc in, to be brought and filled with hot water, and then putting into it a heavy dose of Condy's fluid, I made her sit down and lay the whole arm in it, and went and had my tea.
On the next morning, with much reluctance and many misgivings as to whether it were right to leave her sister alone, Ellen went to Mrs. Condy's. Before going, however, she asked the kind neighbour who lived below, to look in occasionally, and to see that Margaret had a good cup of tea for dinner. This was promised, and she felt lighter at heart.
"You can't go back to work," she said to the woman. "Where do you live?" "'Ornsey, miss." "You must take a 'bus and go straight home, and put your hand at once into weak Condy's fluid and water. It's swelling. Here's five shillings." "Yes, miss; thank you, miss, I'm sure. It's very kind of you. It does ache cruel." "If it's not better this afternoon, you must go to a doctor. Promise!"
They could hardly restrain their gayety; but their gravity promptly returned when Blix kicked Condy's foot under the table and murmured: "He's looking at his watch, the captain is. K. D. B. isn't here yet, and the red-headed man, the coincidence, is. We MUST get rid of him. Condy, can't you think of something?" "Well, he won't go till he's through his supper, you can depend upon that.
"He had but a poor funeral after all," is Thady's remark; and you see with the kindly double vision of the humorist Thady's sincere regret for the circumstance that would most have afflicted the deceased, as well as the more obviously comic side of Thady's comment and Sir Condy's lifelong aspiration.
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