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Updated: June 12, 2025
But Susan flew out of the door, and down the quiet resounding street, towards the nearest doctor's house. Quickly she went, but as quickly a shadow followed, as if impelled by some sudden terror. Susan rang wildly at the night-bell the shadow crouched near. The doctor looked out from an upstairs window.
Ah! the delicious frost! ... All the streets were filled with the sweet blue mist ... Voiceless the City and white; crooked and weed grown its narrow ways! ... Old streets of tombs, these ... Eh! How odd a custom! a Night-bell at every door.
The special practitioner has his own hours, hardly needs a night-bell, can have his residence out of the town in which he exercises his calling, in short, lives like a gentleman; while the hard-worked general practitioner submits to a servitude more exacting than that of the man who is employed in his stable or in his kitchen. That is the kind of life I have made up my mind to."
About one o'clock I opened my door as softly as possible, and stole silently downstairs but not so silently that my mother's quick ear did not catch the slight jarring of my door. The night-bell hung in my room, and occasionally I was summoned away at hours like this to visit a patient. She called to me as I crept down the stairs. "Martin, what is the matter?" she whispered, over the banisters.
The special practitioner has his own hours, hardly needs a night-bell, can have his residence out of the town in which he exercises his calling, in short, lives like a gentleman; while the hard-worked general practitioner submits to a servitude more exacting than that of the man who is employed in his stable or in his kitchen. That is the kind of life I have made up my mind to."
"Bless the woman, what does she mean?" cried Dr. Millar after his lively fashion, with an air of injured innocence. "Does she pretend that Tom Robinson has not been educated stamped, for that matter, with the last university brand, to which he does credit, I must say? Stay, there goes the night-bell. I am wanted for somebody." "You'll never go out again to-night, Jonathan," pleaded Mrs.
'The lamplighter has eighteenpence a week to pull the night-bell for ten minutes every time he comes round; and my boy always rushes into the church just before the psalms, when the people have got nothing to do but look about 'em, and calls me out, with horror and dismay depicted on his countenance. "Bless my soul," everybody says, "somebody taken suddenly ill! Sawyer, late Nockemorf, sent for.
So in the end, after many pros and cons, they decided to trust themselves first to Dr. Chegwidden. That same night, as the old doctor, after his game of cards with Mr. Pennefather, sat finishing his second glass of rum and thinking of bed, there came a ring at the night-bell, which of all sounds on earth was the one he most abominated.
So is any invasion. But it's thorough; it's German. No other country could do it. It's all dawning on me by Jove! It will be at the Wash much the nearest, and as sandy as this side. 'How's Dollmann been? I asked. 'Polite, but queer and jumpy. It's too long a story. 'Clara? 'She's all right. By Jove! Carruthers never mind. We found a night-bell at the villa door and rang it lustily.
The doctor was very long in hearing the repeated rings at his night-bell, and still longer in understanding who it was that made this sudden call upon his services; and then he begged Barton just to wait while he dressed himself, in order that no time might be lost in finding the court and house.
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