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"She's not really as devoted as all that - but she's got the instinct some women have to make their menfolk happy. She sees that her father likes being an invalid, so she lets him be an invalid. She's the same with her brothers. Cedric feels he's a good painter, whatshisname - Harold - knows how much she relies on his sound judgment - she lets Alfred shock her with his stories of his clever deals. Oh, yes, she's a clever woman - no fool. Well, do you want me for anything? Want me to have a look at your copse now Johnstone has done with it" (Johnstone was the police surgeon) "and see if it happens to be one of my medical mistakes?"
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"I'd like you to have a look, yes, Doctor. We want to get her identified. I suppose it's impossible for old Mr. Crackenthorpe? Too much of a strain?"
"Strain? Fiddlesticks. He’d never forgive you or me if you didn't let him have a peep. He's all agog. Most exciting thing that's happened to him for fifteen years or so - and it won't cost him anything!"
"There's nothing really much wrong with him then?"
"He's seventy-two," said the doctor. "That's all, really,
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Ah! It is not probable he will arrive to-night; nevertheless, leave the table as it is. I shall be ready in a quarter of an hour." ¡¡¡¡In a quarter of an hour Monseigneur was ready, and sat down alone to his sumptuous and choice supper. His chair was opposite to the window, and he had taken his soup, and was raising his glass of Bordeaux to his lips, when he put it down. ¡¡¡¡"What is that?" he calmly asked, looking with attention at the horizontal lines of black and stone colour. ¡¡¡¡"Monseigneur? That?" ¡¡¡¡"Outside the blinds. Open the blinds." ¡¡¡¡It was done. ¡¡¡¡"Well?" ¡¡¡¡"Monseigneur, it is nothing. The trees and the night are all that are here." ¡¡¡¡The servant who spoke, had thrown the blinds wide, had looked out into the vacant darkness, and stood with that blank behind him, looking round for instructions. ¡¡¡¡"Good," said the imperturbable master. "Close them again." ¡¡¡¡That was done too, and the Marquis went on with his supper. He was half way through it, when he again stopped with his glass in his hand, hearing the sound of wheels. It came on briskly, and came up to the front of the chateau. ¡¡¡¡"Ask who is arrived." ¡¡¡¡It was the nephew of Monseigneur. He had been some few leagues behind Monseigneur, early in the afternoon. He had diminished the distance rapidly, but not so rapidly as to come up with Monseigneur on the road. He had heard of Monseigneur, at the posting-houses, as being before him. ¡¡¡¡He was to be told (said Monseigneur) that supper awaited him then and there, and that he was prayed to come to it. In a little while he came. He had been known in England as Charles Darnay.
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Ah! It is not probable he will arrive to-night; nevertheless, leave the table as it is. I shall be ready in a quarter of an hour." ¡¡¡¡In a quarter of an hour Monseigneur was ready, and sat down alone to his sumptuous and choice supper. His chair was opposite to the window, and he had taken his soup, and was raising his glass of Bordeaux to his lips, when he put it down. ¡¡¡¡"What is that?" he calmly asked, looking with attention at the horizontal lines of black and stone colour. ¡¡¡¡"Monseigneur? That?" ¡¡¡¡"Outside the blinds. Open the blinds." ¡¡¡¡It was done. ¡¡¡¡"Well?" ¡¡¡¡"Monseigneur, it is nothing. The trees and the night are all that are here." ¡¡¡¡The servant who spoke, had thrown the blinds wide, had looked out into the vacant darkness, and stood with that blank behind him, looking round for instructions. ¡¡¡¡"Good," said the imperturbable master. "Close them again." ¡¡¡¡That was done too, and the Marquis went on with his supper. He was half way through it, when he again stopped with his glass in his hand, hearing the sound of wheels. It came on briskly, and came up to the front of the chateau. ¡¡¡¡"Ask who is arrived." ¡¡¡¡It was the nephew of Monseigneur. He had been some few leagues behind Monseigneur, early in the afternoon. He had diminished the distance rapidly, but not so rapidly as to come up with Monseigneur on the road. He had heard of Monseigneur, at the posting-houses, as being before him. ¡¡¡¡He was to be told (said Monseigneur) that supper awaited him then and there, and that he was prayed to come to it. In a little while he came. He had been known in England as Charles Darnay.
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