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Wild Youth, Volume 1.

Chapter 3 I HAVE FOUGHT WITH BEASTS AT EPHESUS

Word Count: 2543    |    Released on: 04/12/2017

ung Doctor was disposed to try conclusions with the old slaver, and summon him back to the dining-room. The Mazarine sort of man always roused figh

d also because the physical ailments of many of them were aggravated or induced by mental anxieties. Then it was that he imposed himself; as it were, fought the deceiver and his deceit

rancour. His mind flashed to that upstairs room, where a comely captive creature was lying not an arm's length from the coats and trousers and shabby waistcoats of this barbarian. Somehow that row of tenantless clothes, and the top-boots, greased with t

the old man asked, jerking his

ed quickly the immediate

not run down. She is not in a condition to resist. Wh

like an ancient sow. "Run down-in this life, with the best of food, warm weather, a

llenge you on it all; or you know when to give a horse bran-mash, or a heifer salt-petre, but-well, I know my job in the same way. They will tell you, about here, that I have a kind of hobby for keeping people from digging and crawling into their own

s, the old man was about

arresting ges

e things, can do none of these things. You've got a thousand things to do, and you do them because you want to do them. There is something making new life in you all the time, but Mrs. Mazarine makes no new life as she goes on. Every

emed to be chewing unpleasant herbs,

not; but if she hasn't no disease, then it's chicanyery- chicanyery. Doctors talk a lot of gibberish these here days. What I want to know is, has my

to flay the heathen, but for t

hing is clear: she is wasting; she is losing ground instead of going ahead. There's a malignant influence work

g beads under the shaggy eyebrows long enough to get control of a

life; he had buried two wives; he had had children; he had made money; and yet here, when other men of his years were thinking of making wills, and eating porridge, and waiting for the Dark Policeman to come and arrest them for loitering, he was left a magnificent piece of property like Tralee; and he had all the sources of pleasure open to a young man walking the primrose path. He was living right up to the last. Both his wives were gray-headed wh

ething at once savage and apprehensive. Of course

ant his wife to live!"

ails her. What medicine

tatively. "When she is quite rid of this atta

young man to come in and go out of his wife's bedroom, to-Why weren't there women doctors? He would get one over from the Coast, or from Winnipeg,

ared stubbornly. "She's been healthy as a woman can be, living

colourless voice of the expert, said: "Old

o the repulsive face, and the clenching of the big hands

happen-that a very young person for some cause or another suffers from senile decay. Some terri

ich can be cured, I think," he continued. "As you've remarked, Mr. Mazarine,"-

inquiry said: "Now, has she too much to do? Has s

and there's the half-breed hired critter-you've seen her-and Li Ch

became urbane, because he saw he must proceed war

rs to have help enough. I must think ov

denly darkened. "Ain't

r that there's no danger

cisively. "I certainly

th her animals like as if she hadn't a care or an ache or pain in the world. I've heard of women that fancied they was sick because they hadn't too much to do, and was too

be permitted to come to-morrow. "Yes, it's a fine place," he replied convincingly. "Three

isease than from bad crops. I'm getting rid of my cattle. I expect to sell a lot of 'em to-day." An avaricious smile of satisfaction drew down the corners of his lips. "I've got a go

d the Young Doctor

ad: "No, that ain't the

is the

octor. "They call him Giggles for

through a third party. Why's he calle

re dealing with him, don't think him a fool because he chirrups, and don't size him up acco

me," grumbl

s insolence, but the urbane smile at his lips belied the malice of his words. "Well, you know you don't look like a Methodist. You look like,"-innocence showed in his eye; there was no ulterior purpose in his face, "you look like one of the bad McMahon lot of

suspicion of mockery -dangerous, if he was to continue family physician at Tralee. "Ah," he suddenly remarked, "there come

left alone until I see her again. She must not be disturbed. The half-breed woman c

here I could sleep," said the

," the other insisted, with a friendly smile which caused him a gre

"Let it go at that," he said. "Mebbe I'll tak

y comes along and draws the curtains! She hasn't the least idea of where she is or what it all means. All she knows is that she's a prisoner in some strange, savage country and doesn't know its language or anybody

. "Louise-Orlando," he said musingly; then, with a sudden flick of the reins on hi

rete form, he revolted from it.

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