Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 79: what you’re looking at

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attractive face and gentle, pleasing manners, he in- variably won their confidence, and wherever he went once he was looked for again with pleasure. He did not lose a single case during the prevailing epidemic, and the praises of the young and skillful M. D. were upon the lips of every one. One morning, during his offee hours, which were from eight to ten, he was sitting in his snug study perusing the pages of the last London Laneet. He had no callers that morning, and was congratu- lating himsel!l over the fact and promising bimeelf a season of i ppp eats reading, when the sound of a horse furiously galloping down the street attracted his attention. Lhe next moment it had ceased, and an imperative rap sounded on his door. ome int’ he commanded, and a man, almost breathless froin rapid riding, entered, ‘You are wanted at Osterly Park, sir, and as quick as ever you can get there, too,” he said, hurriedly, but respectfully, “At Osterly Park! Who is ill there?” Percy asked, quietly, but with an inward thrill at the summons, for Osterly Park was the seat of the Duchess of Jersey, and it would be no small honor to be ealled to attend a member of her household. He arose as he spoke, and began looking over his medicine-case to ses if everything was in its place. “A young leddy, sir, a8 is a visitor there. She were taken very bad, in a kind o’ faint lke, more’n an hour ago, and they cau't bring her to,” explained the man. “Have they called any one else?” Perey inquired. “Her grace have telegraphed to Sir Henry Harwood, her ‘apt ee iat 17 but bie: bh ay A hoes i the young leddy’s mother—begged her to se eG some one else to do for her until he comes; ant esate