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Chapter 1 THE SICK MAN.

Word Count: 1296    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

an discover. Philip Lefrank, don't alarm yourself. You are not going to die yet.

t may be necessary to add, in the way of explanation, that I am a "junior" barrister in good practice. I come from the channel Island of Jersey. The French spelling of my name (Lefranc) was Anglicized generations since-in the days when the

, are you aware that it is term-time? The courts are sitting. Look at

the doctor, quie

rying to frighten me: h

your brain, and derange your nervous system, much longer. Go away at once. If you are a good sailor, take a sea-voyage. The ocean air

nd left the room. I was obstinat

rfectly unable to collect my ideas; facts and dates all mingled together confusedly in my mind. I was led out of court thoroughly terrified about myself. The n

had given me a general invitation to visit him if I ever crossed the Atlantic. The long period of inaction, under the name of rest, to which the doctor's decision had condemned me, could hardly be more pleasantly occupied,

us, and as uninteresting to the traveler, as any that the earth can show. The part of the country in which M. Meadowcroft's farm was situated fell within this latter category. I looked round me when I

soon pronounce them, to be the words of an essentially rash man, whose hasty judgment nev

Ambrose, was waiting at the st

dsome young fellow, one of thousands of other healthy, handsome young fellows, said, "How d'ye do, Mr. Lefrank? Glad to see you, sir. Jump into the buggy; the m

yards on our journey. Ambrose Meadowcroft cast about for another topic, and failed to find it. Upon this I cast about on my side, and asked, at a venture, if I

time," he said. "Our house has ne

visitors sta

t's a new member of the family

the family! May

with the whip; looked at me with a certain sheepish hesitation; an

t girl, sir, you eve

nd of your sist

t! it's our little America

and had died many years since, leaving an only child. I was now further informed that the father also was dead. In

out. We are English, you know; and, though we do live in the United States, we stick fast to our English ways and habits. We don't much like American women in general, I can tell you; but when Naomi made her appearance she conquered us al

to discover the impression which the American cousin had produced in this case. The young fellow's enthusiasm communicated itself, in a certain tepid degree, t

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