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"Not for the world, not for the world, my dear Toole!" "Not for the world, Sir Henry, not for the world; only for us; not before the boys! You said it was the best joke you ever made." "And the worst.
'I must be at my post, Ma'am the bed post hey! We may joke now, Ma'am, that the patient's recovered his speech; and, you know, you mustn't come in not till we tell you it's safe there now rely on me I give you my word of honour he's doing as well as we could have hoped for. And Toole shook her trembling little hand very cordially, and there was a very good-natured twinkle in his eye.
'Well, Madam, we've put our heads together, and ordered a little matter, and that rigor that shivering fit will subside; and we trust he'll be easier then; and you've a very competent adviser in Doctor a a 'Toole, suggested the eager little woman.
Toole, who was a scholar of the old-fashioned sort, of which California still holds so many, had selected the books; and the contents were as noteworthy as the bindings. In a special alcove was a large number of priceless Fourteenth and Sixteenth Century editions.
And as among the hushed exhortations of the good priest, Toole and Puddock, he mounted the stairs, he took occasion over the banister, in stentorian tones, to proclaim to the household his own awful situation, and the imminent approach of the moment of his dissolution.
'Make my service to your mistress, said Toole, 'and say I'll look in on her in five minutes, if she'll admit me. And Lowe and the doctor walked on to the garden, and so side by side down to the river's bank. 'Hey! look at that, said Toole, with a start, in a hard whisper; and he squeezed Lowe's arm very hard, and looked as if he saw a snake.
"Will annyone move that we git two dongolas t' put in th' lake for th' kids t' ride on? Will annyone move that Alderman Toole be a conmittee of wan t' git two dongolas t' put in th' lake?" "I make dot motions," said Alderman Greveneyer, half raising his great bulk from his seat and sinking back with a grunt. "Sicond th' motion," said Alderman Toole.
'I was a younger man, then, and was bit, Sir, as many another has been, and that's all. Toole got up, stood before the fire-place, and hung his head, with compressed lips, and there was a silence, interrupted by the hard man of the law, who was now tumbling over his papers in search of a document, and humming a tune as he did so.
'She's a conjuror, is she? I thank you, Sir. 'You're easily obliged, Sir, says Toole. 'We all know what that manes. And these documents sworn to by my client and myself, is a pack o' lies! Betther and betther! I thank ye again, Sir. 'You're welcome, my honey, rejoined Toole, affectionately. 'An' you live round the corner. I know your hall-door, Sir a light brown, wid a brass knocker.
It was the impression in the mud of the same peculiar foot-print they had tracked so far in the park. There was a considerable pause, during which Lowe stooped down to examine the details of the footmark. 'Hang it you know poor Mrs. Nutter eh? said Toole, and hesitated. 'We must make a note of that the thing's important, said Mr. Lowe, sternly fixing his gray eye upon Toole.
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