Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 60: what you’re looking at

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54 At Half-Moon Terrace. Duke and another man hifted the rigid form o: “the pros- trate Hawksley, and carried it to the Ransom. He gave the order, “To Half-Moon Terrace!” and sat with feelings by no means to be envied, watching the streets fly by, and the deathlike face of the man before him, until Blooms- bury was reached. It was a second time that day a hansom cab had startled the inhabitants of Half-Moon Terrace out of their normal state of repose. And this time female heads came to doors and windows, as the driver and Duke carried between them what appeared to these female eyes to be the stark form of a dead man. Rosanna herself flung open the door before they had time to knock, with a face her brother did not ehoose to look at; and Robert Hawksley was borne into the little dingy _parlor, then into the little dingy bedroom adjoining, and laid on Duke’s own neat, plump bed. The driver was paid and dismissed, and the tug of war very near. Duke had to took at his long-suffering sister now, and the expression of that stony face might have frightened a braver man. “Oh, Rosanna! don’t seold. I could not help it, upon my sacred honor, I couldn’t!” Duke cried in a sort of frenzy cf you'll just listen half a minute I'll tell you all about it.” And thereupon, for the second time that day, Duke poured out the story of his adventure into the wondering ears of Rosanna. “Now, could I help it—could I? I put it to yourself, Ro- sanna. You wouldn’t leave ham to die like a dog in the street, would you? And he’ll come round in half an hour, or so, and then he will be able to zo home himself where he belongs. Poor fellow! It seems e« ity to see him Jike that, deesn’t it. Rosanna ¢” . "Go right round to Mr. Jellup this very minute; tell hin it’s a ease of life and death, and don’t stand chattering there like an overgrown magpie,” was Rosanna’s answer; “that man will die if something is not done for him shoitly, and Vm not going to have any dead man on my hends, If Mr. Jellup isn’t here in five mintes, Duke Mason—— But Duke Mason did not wait for the compieticn of the awful sentence—Rosanna’s face completed it. He clapped on his hat, and rushed after his sister’s favovite practitioner, | and Mr. Jellup was there in five minuie: a Tt was Sunday morning. Duke had - o-‘iday ir snite of Tinsel . Spingle. It was his first tho2zest as he sat up, vawnlug, to find the little kitchen glo ited by a burst of sun- shine, the breakfast in a state of preparation, and Rosanna gazing down on him with a face of owl-like selemnity. Was comicbooks.com >