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In his solitary rides he had reconnoitred many a farmer's homestead where children swarmed; he had looked in upon his gamekeeper's and gardener's cottages, where it seemed to him there was ever a plethora of babies; but he could not bring himself to invite one of these superfluous brats to take up its abode with him, to lie cheek by jowl with his dead wife's fair young daughter-a child whose lineage was alike ancient and honourable on the side of mother and father ... Then had the door been flung open by the Squire, and he had come out into the hall, where he gave an order that a room should be got ready for his unexpected visitor: and, the order given, he had dashed out of the house, mounted into the coach which was waiting before the portico, and had driven off upon the first stage to London, leaving the stranger mistress of the field.
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Angus clad himself thinly, because the almanack told him it was summer - he walked far and fast overheated himself - waded for hours knee-deep in the river - his fishing-boots of three seasons ago far from watertight - ate nothing all day - and went back to Hillside at dusk, carrying the seeds of pneumonia under his oilskin jacket. Next day he contrived to crawl about the gardens, reading Burton in an idle desultorv way that suited so desultory a book, longing for a letter from Christ abel, and sorely tired of his Scottish seclusion. On the day after he was laid up with a Sharp attack of inflammation of the lungs, attended by his aunt's experienced old doctor - a shrewd hard-headed Scotchman, contemporary with Simpson, Sibson, Fergusson - all the brightest lights in the Caledonian galaxy - and nursed by one of his aunt's old servants.
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Perhaps he is seeing to the packing of his port manteau, said Miss Bridgeman. Some valets are bad packers, and want superintendence.
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