In the midst of life; tales of soldiers and civilians . 7ou did nt let me out ! Nothing could exceed the ferocity withwhich these last words were men stepped back in alarm. We ?—why—why, Helberson stam-mered, losing his self-possession utterly, we had nothing to do with it. Did nt I say you were Drs. Hellbornand Sharper ? inquired the lunatic, laugh-ing. My name is Helberson, yes; and thisgentleman is Mr. Harper, replied theformer, reassured. But we are not physi-cians now ; we are—well, hang it, old man,we are gamblers. And that was the truth. B imatcber bg tbe H>eafc 205 A
In the midst of life; tales of soldiers and civilians . 7ou did nt let me out ! Nothing could exceed the ferocity withwhich these last words were men stepped back in alarm. We ?—why—why, Helberson stam-mered, losing his self-possession utterly, we had nothing to do with it. Did nt I say you were Drs. Hellbornand Sharper ? inquired the lunatic, laugh-ing. My name is Helberson, yes; and thisgentleman is Mr. Harper, replied theformer, reassured. But we are not physi-cians now ; we are—well, hang it, old man,we are gamblers. And that was the truth. B imatcber bg tbe H>eafc 205 A very good profession — very good,indeed ; and, by the way, I hope Sharperhere paid over Jarettes money like an honeststakeholder. A very good and honorableprofession, he repeated, thoughtfully, mov-ing carelessly away ; but I stick to the oldone. I am High Supreme Medical Officerof the Bloomingdale Asylum ; it is my dutyto cure the ftbe flDan anfc tbe Snake It is of veritabyll report, and attested of so manythat there be nowe of wyse and learned none togaynsaye it, that ye serpente hys eye hath a mag-netick propertie that whosoe falleth into its svasionis drawn forwards in despyte of his wille, and per-isheth miserabyll by ye creature hys byte. STRETCHED at ease upon a sofa, ingown and slippers, Harker Bretonsmiled as he read the foregoing sentence inold Morrysters Marvclls of Science. Theonly marvel in the matter, he said to him-self, is that the wise and learned in Mor-rysters day should have believed suchnonsense as is rejected by most of even theignorant in ours. A train of reflection followed—for Bray-ton was a man of thought—and he uncon-sciously lowered his book without alteringthe direction of his eyes. As soon as the206 Zbe /Ifcan ant> tbe Snake 207 volume had gone below the line of sight,something in an obscure corner of the roomrecalled his attention to his he saw, in the shad
Size: 2189px × 1141px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorwilmerrichardhooker19, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890
