His friendship seemed a thing worth having. “Look at our affair,” he went on, looking up at her. She was slender, and sometimes she seemed tall, and walked and carried herself
lightly and joyfully as one who commonly and habitually feels well, and
sometimes she stooped a little and was preoccupied. Looked all over
that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no
sign of them. All this while he was arranging the medicines on the stand and jotting down his
instructions on a chart sheet. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout
—haw! haw!"
"If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master,
joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain;
but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and
assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. My dear—I can call you that here, anyhow—I
know that. F.
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