Tryphena
presided over the morning meal, at which Timotheus and Ben sat; and
Tryphosa, who had just descended from her labours in the sick room, was
giving them so touching and poetical an account of the invalid and his
nurses that Timotheus began seriously to consider the propriety of
having some frightful injury inflicted upon his own person. Mr. Toner
related for the tenth time how the spurious doctor had cured him, and
then proceeded to tell of Serlizer's wonderful skill in pulling through
her shot-riddled old reprobate of a father, till "he was eenamost as
good as new and a mighty sight heavier 'n he was, along o' the leaud in
his old carkidge." Constable Rigby laughed at the wounds of the day, and
characterized them as mere scratches, unworthy of mention in casualty
despatches. "There was a man of ours, an acting corporal, called
Brattles, in the melee at Inkerman, who broke the tip of his bagginet
off in one Rooshian, and the butt of it in another. Then he had nothing
to do but to club with what the French call the crosse. He forgot that
he had not emptied his gun of the last charge so, just as he had floored
his fourth Rooshian, the piece went off into his left breast, and the
bullet ran clear down him and came out of his boot under the hollow of
the left foot.
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