CONTENTS
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| CHAPTER I | [1] |
| CHAPTER II | [15] |
| CHAPTER III | [29] |
| CHAPTER IV | [43] |
| CHAPTER V | [59] |
| CHAPTER VI | [74] |
| CHAPTER VII | [89] |
| CHAPTER VIII | [107] |
| CHAPTER IX | [121] |
| CHAPTER X | [136] |
| CHAPTER XI | [157] |
| CHAPTER XII | [172] |
| CHAPTER XIII | [189] |
| CHAPTER XIV | [201] |
| CHAPTER XV | [214] |
| CHAPTER XVI | [227] |
| CHAPTER XVII | [248] |
| CHAPTER XVIII | [264] |
ANTHONY JOHN
CHAPTER I
Anthony John Strong’nth’arm—to distinguish him from his father, whose Christian names were John Anthony—was born in a mean street of Millsborough some forty-five years before the date when this story should of rights begin. For the first half-minute of his existence he lay upon the outstretched hand of Mrs. Plumberry and neither moved nor breathed. The very young doctor, nervous by reason of this being his first maternity case since his setting up in practice for himself, and divided between his duty to the child or to the mother, had unconsciously decided on the latter. Instinctively he knew that children in the poorer quarters of Millsborough were plentiful and generally not wanted. The mother, a high-cheeked, thin-lipped woman, lay with closed eyes, her long hands clawing convulsively at the bed-clothes. The doctor was bending over her, fumbling with his hypodermic syringe.
Suddenly from behind him he heard the sound of two resounding slaps, the second being followed by a howl that, feeble though it was, contained a decided note of indignation. The doctor turned his head. The child was kicking vigorously.