Rhoda Fleming — Volume 2 by George Meredith
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She found Robert with his arm doubled over a basin, and Susan sponging cold water on it. "No bones broken, mother!" he sang out. "I'm sound; all right again. Six hours have done it this time. Is it a thaw? You needn't tell me what the old dad has been saying. I shall be ready to breakfast in half an hour." "Lord, what a big arm it is!" exclaimed the widow. "And no wonder, or how would you be a terror to men? You naughty boy, to think of stirring! Here you'll lie." "Ah, will I?" said Robert: and he gave a spring, and sat upright in the bed, rather white with the effort, which seemed to affect his mind, for he asked dubiously, "What do I look like, mother?" She brought him the looking-glass, and Susan being dismissed, he examined his features. "Dear!" said the widow, sitting down on the bed; "it ain't much for me to guess you've got an appointment." "At twelve o'clock, mother." "With her?" she uttered softly. "It's with a lady, mother." "And so many enemies prowling about, Robert, my dear! Don't tell me they |
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