Wych Hazel by Anna Bartlett Warner;Susan Warner
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'Do I look like somebody else, sir?'
Like nobody else! thought Dr. Maryland; while, learning the whole of Mrs. Saddler's explanations from the first five words, he went on to apply such remedies as were strongest and nearest at hand. In a medical point of view it was not perhaps needful that he should hold the coffee-cup himself all the time, but if this were not really his 'first case,' it bid fair to be so marked in his memory. Perhaps he forgot the coffee-cup, till Mr. Falkirk gently relieved him of it with a word of dismission, and the doctor modestly withdrew; then sending Mrs. Saddler for some bottled ale, Mr. Falkirk went on, 'Wych, where have you been?' 'Following the steps of my great predecessor, King Alfred, sir.' 'In what line?' 'Retiring from the enemy, sir, and being obliged to meet the Dane'--said Miss Hazel, innocently closing her eyes. 'Where?' said Mr. Falkirk, shortly. 'I don't know, sir. In some of the wild places favoured by such outlaws. Don't you know, he has just come over the sea?' There was a pause of some seconds. 'Wych,' said her guardian kindly, 'do you know it is not nice |
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