“Cut it up to make little garments for the poor children, if she likes. Bother the woman: I wish she would go.”
Volume Two—Chapter Twenty One.
Dr North is Startled.
“You puzzle me, doctor,” said Moredock; “you do, indeed. I’ve been a-going to church all my life, and I’ve listened to hundreds o’ sarmons, and I know all about the Good Samaritan and duty towards your neighbour; but how, after what happened, you could tie him up and sticking-plaster him, and then go next mornin’ to see how he was, caps me.”
“Never mind about that, Moredock,” said North quickly, and looking restlessly about the cottage interior. “I think we may feel satisfied he did not revive while he was in the mausoleum.”
“Not he. I thought he was never going to ’vive any more. So you mean to go there again?”
“Yes, Moredock—yes,” said North, with his eyes moving wildly round. “I must go on now. I have lost too much time as it is.”
“All right, doctor. If you say as we’ll go, that’s enough.”