My Novel — Volume 06 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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which contrasted so evident an intelligence, finally asked him his name
and connections, and Leonard told them, the homoeopathist actually started. "Leonard Fairfield, grandson of my old friend, John Avenel of Lansmere! I must shake you by the hand. Brought up by Mrs. Fairfield!-- "Ah, now I look, strong family likeness,--very strong" The tears stood in the doctor's eyes. "Poor Nora!" said he. "Nora! Did you know my aunt?" "Your aunt! Ah! ah! yes, yes! Poor Nora! she died almost in these arms,--so young, so beautiful. I remember it as if yesterday." The doctor brushed his hand across his eyes, and swallowed a globule; and before the boy knew what he was about, had, in his benevolence, thrust another between Leonard's quivering lips. A knock was heard at the door. "Ha! that 's my great patient," cried the doctor, recovering his self- possession,--"must see him. A chronic case, excellent patient,--tic, sir, tic. Puzzling and interesting. If I could take that tic with me, I should ask nothing more from Heaven. Call again on Monday; I may have something to tell you then as to yourself. The little girl can't stay with you,--wrong and nonsensical! I will see after her. Leave me your address,--write it here. I think I know a lady who will take charge of her. Good-by. Monday next, ten o'clock." With this, the doctor thrust out Leonard, and ushered in his grand patient, whom he was very anxious to take with him to the banks of the Rhine. |
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