Hunted Down: the detective stories of Charles Dickens by Charles Dickens
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you, Mr. Sampson; she is better within doors. The bathing-place
was farther than I thought, to say the truth.' 'Miss Niner is very delicate,' I observed. He shook his head and drew a deep sigh. 'Very, very, very. You may recollect my saying so. The time that has since intervened has not strengthened her. The gloomy shadow that fell upon her sister so early in life seems, in my anxious eyes, to gather over her, ever darker, ever darker. Dear Margaret, dear Margaret! But we must hope.' The hand-carriage was spinning away before us at a most indecorous pace for an invalid vehicle, and was making most irregular curves upon the sand. Mr. Slinkton, noticing it after he had put his handkerchief to his eyes, said; 'If I may judge from appearances, your friend will be upset, Mr. Sampson.' 'It looks probable, certainly,' said I. 'The servant must be drunk.' 'The servants of old gentlemen will get drunk sometimes,' said I. 'The major draws very light, Mr. Sampson.' 'The major does draw light,' said I. |
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