'
Here Mrs. Sturk broke out again.
'Now, Madam,' I protest you'll make me regret my visit, unless you
please to command yourself. While the doctors who are about him have got
him in hands, there's neither hope for his life, nor for his recovering,
for one moment, the use of his speech. Pray, Madam, hear me. They state
as much themselves. Now, Madam, I say, we must have a chance for his
life, and if that fails, a chance for his speech. The latter, Madam, is
of more consequence than, perhaps, you are aware.'
Poor little Mrs. Sturk was looking very pale, and breathing very hard,
with her hand pressed to her heart.
'I've done what I could, you know, to see my way through his affairs,
and I've succeeded in keeping his creditors quiet.'
At this point poor Mrs. Sturk broke out--
'Oh! may the Father of the fatherless, if such they are to be bless and
reward--oh--oh--ho--ho, Mr. Dangerfield--oh--oh-oh--Sir.'
'Now, pray, Madam, oblige me and be tranquil. I say, Madam, his affairs,
I suspect, are by no means in so bad a case as we at first supposed, and
he has got, or I'm mistaken, large sums out, but where, neither I nor
you can tell.
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