The Trial by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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possessed by the others. His hair too was jet black, whereas theirs
was a pale nut brown; and his whiskers, long and curling, so nearly met under his chin, as to betray a strong desire that the hirsute movement should extend to the medical profession. Always point- device in apparel, the dust on his boot did not prevent its perfect make from being apparent; and the entire sit of his black suit would have enabled a cursory glance to decide that it never came out of the same shop as Dr. May's. 'O, Henry!' were the words that he first heard distinctly. 'It will be much better for every one--himself and you included.' 'Yes, if--' 'If--nonsense. I tell you he will be quite well enough. See how well I am now, how fast I got on as soon as I took to tonics.--Ha, Leonard, old fellow! what, awake? What do you say to this plan of old May's?' 'It is very kind of him; and I should be very glad if I am well enough; but next week is very soon,' said Leonard, waking in the depression in which he had gone to sleep. 'Oh, next week! That is as good as next year in a matter like this, as May agreed with me, here, let us have your pulse. You have let him get low, Averil. A basin of good soup will put more heart into you, and you will feel ready for anything.' 'I have got on to-day, said Leonard, briskly raising himself, as |
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