" So the stately Spanish lady shook
up the wounded man's pillows, while the colonel put his arm around him
and held him up; and then, as he sank back again, she asked. "Are you
strong enough to have Cecile come up and read to you?" Wilkinson, sly
dog, as the Captain called him, said it was too much trouble to put Miss
Du Plessis to; but his objections were overruled. Soon a beatific vision
came once more on the scene, and Wordsworth was enthroned as the king of
poets. Miss Halbert and Mr. Perrowne were in the garden, and the
clergyman had a rose in his button hole which he had not plucked
himself. If he had not been in holy orders, he would have thought Miss
Fanny was awfully jolly. Then he said to himself, that holy orders don't
hinder a man being a man, and Miss Fanny was, really was, awfully jolly,
and boarding in the houses of uncultivated farmers was an awful bore.
But this was nothing to what was going on in the studiously avoided work
room. The lawyer's hands were being washed, because a voice from an
arch-looking face said that he was a big baby, and didn't know how to
wash himself.
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