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Chapter 53 The Story of Le Fever Continued. The sun looked bright the morning after, to every eye in the village but Le Fevers and his afflicted sons; the hand of death pressed heavy upon his eye-lids,and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its circle,when my uncle Toby, who had rose up an hour before his wonted time, entered the lieutenants room, and without preface or apology, sat himself down upon the chair by the bed-side, and, independently of all modes and customs, opened the curtain in the manner an old friend and brother officer would have done it, and asked him how he did,how he had rested in the night,what was his complaint,where was his pain,and what he could do to help him:and without giving him time to answer any one of the enquiries, went on, and told him of the little plan which he had been concerting with the corporal the night before for him. You shall go home directly, Le Fever, said my uncle Toby, to my house, and well send for a doctor to see whats the matter,and well have an apothecary,and the corporal shall be your nurse;and Ill be your servant, Le Fever. There was a frankness in my uncle Toby,not the effect of familiarity, but the cause of it,which let you at once into his soul, and shewed you the goodness of his nature; to this there was something in his looks, and voice, and manner, superadded, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him, so that before my uncle Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him.The blood and spirits of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heartrallied back,the film forsook his eyes for a moment,he looked up wishfully in my uncle Tobys face,then cast a look upon his boy,and that ligament, fine as it was,was never broken. Nature instantly ebbd again,the film returned to its place,the pulse flutteredstoppdwent onthrobbdstoppd againmovedstoppdshall I go on?No. |
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