The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 210: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 203 “Was that the dog that bit thee?’’ demanded another. “Go to doctor, I tell thee, once more,” repeated the fellow who had first advised him to take such a step; “the dog’s not right: who ever saw a dog in his right senses jump through a window in that fashion ¢” Although Flin did not think the bite of sufficient consequence to require any doctors’ stuff, as he called it, he did not feel quite at his ease on the subject, but began sucking the wound. He was too much preoccupied by the idea of the thousand pounds, which in a few hours he was to receive, and his contemplated flight to America, to spare the time necessary to visit the old bone-setter, whose reputation for skill in Manchester with the lower orders was so great that many have been known to re- fusé being removed to the hospital because they could not have their favourite practitioner to attend them. “‘ Besides,” thought Flin, as he continued to suck the wound, “ there will be time to attend to it when I get to sea, if it should trouble me.” “ Curse the dog!’’ he muttered, when he was once more left alone, by the departure of his customers ; *‘ I’d sooner have given five out of the thousand pounds I am toreceive than had this cursed bite.”’ Could the old man have read the fearful punishment which was ready to overtake him for his crimes, he would willingly have given the whole thousand to avoid it—but we must not anticipate. COniiclooecl SS (SO