[The House by the Church-Yard by J. Sheridan Le Fanu]@TWC D-Link bookThe House by the Church-Yard CHAPTER XV 5/5
Sir, you've swallowed a--you--you _require_, Sir--you don't think I fear to say it, Sir!--you have swallowed that you ought not to have swallowed, and don't, Sir--don't--for _both_ our sakes--for Heaven's sake--I implore--and insist--don't trifle, Sir.' O'Flaherty felt himself passing under the chill and dismal shadow of death once more, such was the eloquence of Puddock, and so impressible his own nature, as he followed the appeal of his second.
'Life is sweet;' and, though the compound was nauseous, and a necessity upon him of swallowing it in horrid instalments, spoonful after spoonful, yet, though not without many interruptions, and many a shocking apostrophe, and even some sudden paroxysms of horror, which alarmed Puddock, he did contrive to get through it pretty well, except a little residuum in the bottom, which Puddock wisely connived at. The clink of a horse-shoe drew Puddock to the window.
Sturk riding into town, reined in his generous beast, and called up to the little lieutenant. 'Well, he's taken it, eh ?' Puddock smiled a pleasant smile and nodded. 'Walk him about, then, for an hour or so, and he'll do.' 'Thank you, Sir,' said little Puddock, gaily. 'Don't thank _me_, Sir, _either_ of you, but remember the lesson you've got,' said the doctor, tartly, and away he plunged into a sharp trot, with a cling-clang and a cloud of dust.
And Puddock followed that ungracious leech, with a stare of gratitude and admiration, almost with a benediction.
And his anxiety relieved, he and his principal prepared forthwith to provide real work for the surgeons..
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