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The Mulhaus apartment consisted of a room large enough to contain a bed, a cook-stove, a bureau, a rocking-chair, and two other chairs, and it had two small windows, which would have more freely admitted the southern sun if they had been washed, and a room adjoining, dark, and nearly filled by a big bed.
Struggle for life everywhere, and perhaps no more discontent and heart-burning and certainly less ennui than in the palaces on the avenues. The residence of Karl Mulhaus, one of the doctor's patients, was typical of the homes of the better class of poor. The apartment fronted on a small and not too cleanly court, and was in the third story.
The latter, however, like Dr. Mulhaus' geological lecture, has the merit of being one of the best pieces of prose the author ever wrote, and gives Sam Buckley and Cecil Mayford an opportunity for a dramatic settlement of the order of their suit for the hand of Alice Brentwood. In the main narrative the periods of 'dull prosperity' are expressly avoided.
Mulhaus, refused to go any farther; so the young people started forth to the Cape, under the guidance of George Barker, the fourth or fifth son, who happened to be at home. "Doctor," said Alice as they were starting, "do you remark what beautiful smooth grass covers the cape itself, while here we have nothing but this scrubby heath? The mountain is, I suppose, some different formation?"
In throwing the stone, he lost his balance, came full butt against Dr. Mulhaus, propelled him into the passage, into the arms of the surgeon, who was rushing out infuriated to defend his property, and down went the three in the passage together, the two doctors beneath, and the drunken sawyer on the top of them.
"How is it likely, brother, that he would remember an English governess, whom he never saw but three times, and never looked at once? I have often wondered whether the Major recognised him." "No; Buckley is a Peninsular man, and although at Waterloo, never went to Paris. Lans Mulhaus, I mean, was not present at Waterloo. So they never could have met.
Such a neat, trim figure, with the snow-white handkerchief over her head, and her white garden gloves; what a contrast to Mary, he thought; "Both good of their sort, though," he added. "Good evening, brother," began Miss Thornton. "Was not that Dr. Mulhaus went from you just now?" "Yes, my dear." "You had letters of introduction to Dr.
Just as they sighted home, on the opposite side of the river, they perceived two horsemen before them, evidently on the track between Major Buckley's and Garoopna. They pushed on to "overhaul them," and found that it was Doctor Mulhaus, whom they received with boisterous welcome, and a tall, handsome young gentleman, a stranger. "A young gentleman, Sam," said the Doctor, "Mr.
Allow me to say, sir, that I never remember to have seen such remarkable beauty in my life." They sat Frank down to supper, and when he had done, the conversation was resumed. "By-the-bye, Major Buckley," said he, "I miss an old friend, who I heard was living with you; a very dear old friend, where is Doctor Mulhaus?" "Dear Doctor," said Mrs.
There was no harm in that, you say, for was he not her cousin? But still I could not help saying to myself, "Oh Mary, Mary, if you were a widow, how long would you stay so?" "What a gathering it is, to be sure!" said Mrs. Buckley! "all the old Drumstonians who are alive collected under one roof." "Except the Doctor," said the Major. "Ah, yes, dear Doctor Mulhaus.
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