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Title: Frank Fairlegh, or, Scenes from the life of a private pupil
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Smedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward), 1818-1864 Cruikshank, George, 1792-1878, ill
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Publisher: London : George Routledge and sons
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
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od wasgushing with fearful rapidity. Open that case of instruments, and take out the tenaculum. Ko,no! not that; here, give them to me, sir; the man will bleed to deathwhile you are fumbling, continued Ellis, snatching his instrumentsfrom the trembling hands of Archer. You are only in the waywhere you are, he added; fetch some cold water, and sprinkle hisface; it will help to revive him. At this moment WiKord joined the group which was beginning toform round us. He was dressed as usual in a closely-fitting suit ofblack, the single-breasted frock-coat buttoned up to the neck, so asnot to show a single speck of white which might serve to direct hisantagonists aim. He approached with his wonted air of haughty in-difference, coolly fastening the button of his glove. On perceivingme, he slightly raised his hat, saying,— Tou are resolved to see this matter to its conclusion, then, Mr.Fairlegh; no one can be better aware than you are how completelyyour friend brought his fate upon himself.
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^yi<^/^ FRANK FAIRLEGH 183 He paused, as if for an answer; but, as I remained silent, not beingable to trust niyseK to speak, he added, gazing sternly at theprostrate form before him— Thus perish all who dare to cross mypath! Then casting a withering glance around, as he marked theindignant looks of the bystanders, he turned on his heel and stalkedslowly away. Hed best quicken his pace, observed one of the countrymen whohad joined the group, for theres them a coming as may stop hisgetting away quite so easy. As he spoke, the gate of the field was thrown open, and a couple ofmen on horseback rode hastily in. WiKord, however, as soon as heperceived their approach, made a sign to the boy to bring his horse,and, springing lightly into the saddle, waited quietly till they camenear enough for him to recognize their faces, when, raising his voice,he said in a tone of the most cutting sarcasm,— As I expected, I perceive it is to Mr. Cumberlands disinterestedattachment that I am indebte

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