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operation on her throat and saved her life.'
`I think men's tongues have outrun the women's in that also.'
George did riot greatly appreciate having his own words t urned back on him. He began to feel a growing dislike for young Enys, who spoke so bluntly and hardly bothered to hide his sympathies. George; did not spend his time in company which cared nothing for his approval or disapproval.
`For my part,' he said, 'I have no faith in physicians or apothecaries, I think they kill as many as they cure. My family is fortunate in note yet being effete as so many of the older families are"
He rode on, followed by his servant. Dwight stared after him, then tugge d on his horse's rein and went his, way, That he had offended an influential man he knew. In his profession he would have preferred it otherwise, but he had long since chosen his friends. What did concer n him was something else. `They tell me that his niece is back,' George had said. If Caroline Penvenen was really home, it meant the destruction of his peace of m ind, Dwight's business was in Sawle; and as he was leading his horse down the steep slippery lane to the fish sheds at the bottom, he heard a clatter behind him and saw that Rosi na Hoblyn had fallen on the stones. She had been carrying a bucket of water, and be looped the reins of his horse over a post and went to help her to her feet, But he could not get her up. Any tentative approaches he had made to the subject of why the nineteen-year-old Rosina walked with a bad limp had been headed off by her family, who seemed to be afraid of the subject. Now her pretty, thin face was white with pain, and he had to lift her to her feet.
'Tis my knee, sur. 'Twill be all right in a moment. Sometime he go like this and I can't move him at all. Thank you.'
Her younger sister Parthesia came skipping out of the house and retrieved the bucket and curtsied at the doctor and put an arm out to help Rosina.
`No, not yet,' she said, and to Dwight: `if I wait, 'twill ease off.'
After a few minutes they` got her inside. Dwight was glad that Jacka the father was not there, as his moods could go all ways.
With his no nonsense face, Dwight waved away Ro sina 's and Mrs. Hoblyn's protests that it was really all nothing at all, that if she sat on the table and swung her leg it would pass off, and bent to examine the knee, half fearing to find heaven knew what scrofulous condition. He did not find it. Swollen certainly and a little red, but the skin was not shiny or hot; to the touch.
'You say this trouble began eight years ago?'
`Yes, sur, 'bout that.'
`Does it hurt all the time?'
'No, sur, only when it d'go stiff like this.'
`And have you had the same tr ouble with your hip?'
No, sur, there's nothing amiss wi' that.'
'Do you ever have a discharge from the knee?'
'No, sur. 'Tis just. as
if someone turn a key and lock it,' said Rosina, pulling down her skirt.
`Has any other phys ician seen it?'
He had the feeling that they were exchanging glances behind his back. Rosina said : `Yes, sur - when it first went wrong in '84. But 'twa s' Mr. Nye, and he's gone dead since then.'
`What did he say?'
`Didn't say nothing 'bout it,' Mrs. Hoblyn put in hastily. 'Didn't know what 'twas at all.'
The feeling of the house was so obviously .discouraging that, Dwight told the girl to use a cold compress, and said he would see her again next week when the pa in had gone. When he cam e out, dusk was almost falling and he had his most unpleasant call still to make.
At the bottom of the hill was a flat green triangle of grass and weed above the shingle, and on one side of it were fish sheds with cottages and shacks built over them. You crossed a narrow humped bridge to reach them. Dwight stood for a moment staring out to sea. The wind was rising and the farther cliffs were hardly visible in the gathering dusk. It was still possible to see the grim jaws of the narrow inlet. An old man fumbled with a net over one of the boats. Seagulls
`I think men's tongues have outrun the women's in that also.'
George did riot greatly appreciate having his own words t urned back on him. He began to feel a growing dislike for young Enys, who spoke so bluntly and hardly bothered to hide his sympathies. George; did not spend his time in company which cared nothing for his approval or disapproval.
`For my part,' he said, 'I have no faith in physicians or apothecaries, I think they kill as many as they cure. My family is fortunate in note yet being effete as so many of the older families are"
He rode on, followed by his servant. Dwight stared after him, then tugge d on his horse's rein and went his, way, That he had offended an influential man he knew. In his profession he would have preferred it otherwise, but he had long since chosen his friends. What did concer n him was something else. `They tell me that his niece is back,' George had said. If Caroline Penvenen was really home, it meant the destruction of his peace of m ind, Dwight's business was in Sawle; and as he was leading his horse down the steep slippery lane to the fish sheds at the bottom, he heard a clatter behind him and saw that Rosi na Hoblyn had fallen on the stones. She had been carrying a bucket of water, and be looped the reins of his horse over a post and went to help her to her feet, But he could not get her up. Any tentative approaches he had made to the subject of why the nineteen-year-old Rosina walked with a bad limp had been headed off by her family, who seemed to be afraid of the subject. Now her pretty, thin face was white with pain, and he had to lift her to her feet.
'Tis my knee, sur. 'Twill be all right in a moment. Sometime he go like this and I can't move him at all. Thank you.'
Her younger sister Parthesia came skipping out of the house and retrieved the bucket and curtsied at the doctor and put an arm out to help Rosina.
`No, not yet,' she said, and to Dwight: `if I wait, 'twill ease off.'
After a few minutes they` got her inside. Dwight was glad that Jacka the father was not there, as his moods could go all ways.
With his no nonsense face, Dwight waved away Ro sina 's and Mrs. Hoblyn's protests that it was really all nothing at all, that if she sat on the table and swung her leg it would pass off, and bent to examine the knee, half fearing to find heaven knew what scrofulous condition. He did not find it. Swollen certainly and a little red, but the skin was not shiny or hot; to the touch.
'You say this trouble began eight years ago?'
`Yes, sur, 'bout that.'
`Does it hurt all the time?'
'No, sur, only when it d'go stiff like this.'
`And have you had the same tr ouble with your hip?'
No, sur, there's nothing amiss wi' that.'
'Do you ever have a discharge from the knee?'
'No, sur. 'Tis just. as
if someone turn a key and lock it,' said Rosina, pulling down her skirt.
`Has any other phys ician seen it?'
He had the feeling that they were exchanging glances behind his back. Rosina said : `Yes, sur - when it first went wrong in '84. But 'twa s' Mr. Nye, and he's gone dead since then.'
`What did he say?'
`Didn't say nothing 'bout it,' Mrs. Hoblyn put in hastily. 'Didn't know what 'twas at all.'
The feeling of the house was so obviously .discouraging that, Dwight told the girl to use a cold compress, and said he would see her again next week when the pa in had gone. When he cam e out, dusk was almost falling and he had his most unpleasant call still to make.
At the bottom of the hill was a flat green triangle of grass and weed above the shingle, and on one side of it were fish sheds with cottages and shacks built over them. You crossed a narrow humped bridge to reach them. Dwight stood for a moment staring out to sea. The wind was rising and the farther cliffs were hardly visible in the gathering dusk. It was still possible to see the grim jaws of the narrow inlet. An old man fumbled with a net over one of the boats. Seagulls
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