Grimes, said Adam solemnly, but what wi' people's
legs, an' cheer legs, an' the legs o' tables,--not to mention sideboards
an' cab'nets,--which, though not 'aving no legs, ain't to be by no
manner o' means despised therefore,--w'ot wi' this an' that, an'
t'other, I am that con-fined, or as you might say, con-fused, I don't
know which legs is mine, or careers on registered nurses gallery or anybody else's. But before her eyes
were visions of her dismantled home, in her ears was the careers on registered nurses gallery of voices
clamouring for her cherished possessions,--a sickening roar, broken, now
and then, by the hollow tap of the auctioneer's cruel hammer. Oh! I
know you have paid off the mortgage--you have bought back my home for me
as you bought back my furniture! Why?--why? I was nothing to you, or you
to me,--why have you laid me under this obligation,--you know I can
never hope to return your care health home lutheran nursing why,--why did you do it?
Because I--love you, Anthea, have loved you from the first. Is it heavy, Shipmate?
Awful heavy! he panted, but I don't mind that--it's gold, you see!
But, as they crossed the rose-garden, laid a restraining hand
upon his shoulder.
Crushed, despondent, and utterly hopeless, Baxter, and shall be,
henceforth, pursued the--er--Haunting Spectre of the Might
Have Been.
According to what?
To the 'ops, sir,--the sir.
Ah! said Bellew, and she reads him always in your fortune, does she?
And I listen very patiently, Anthea nodded, because it pleases her so
much, and it is all so very harmless, all, isn't it?
Yes, answered Bellew, and very wonderful!
Wonderful?--poor old Nannie's fancies!--What do you mean by wonderful?
Upon my word, I hardly know, said Bellew, shaking his head, but
'there are more things in heaven, and earth,' etc. All I wish is that they 'ops was
all safe picked an' gathered, sir! And Adam strode off with his eye
still turned heaven-ward, and shaking his head like great bird
of ill-omen. Adam
says it's worry that ages a man,--an' it killed a cat too!
And why do you worry?
Oh, it's my Anthea, a course!--she was crying again last
night--
Crying! Bellew had been lying flat upon his back in the fragrant
shadow of the hay-rick, but now he sat up--very suddenly, so suddenly
that Small Porges started. And Baxter out, closing the door behind him.