"
"A-w, docther, dawn't noo!"
"Well, well. And--look here; have you got anything to eat in the house?
Yes; well, take it up stairs. Wake up those two boys, and give them
something to eat. Don't let Mrs. Miller stop you. Make her eat something.
Tell her I said she must. And, first of all, get your bonnet, and go
to that apothecary's,--Flint's,--for a bottle of port wine, for Mrs.
Miller. Hold on. There's the order." (He had a leaf out of his
pocket-book in a minute, and wrote it down.) "Go with this the first
thing. Ring Flint's bell, and he'll wake up. And here's something for
your own Christmas dinner, to-morrow." Out of the roll of bills he drew
one of the tens--Globe Bank--Boston--and gave it to Mrs. Flanagan.
"A-w, dawn't noo, docther."
"Bother! It's for yourself, mind. Take it. There. And now unlock the
door. That's it. Good night, Mrs. Flanagan."
"An' meh thuh Hawly Vurgin hape bless'n's on ye, Docther Rinton, wud
a-ll thuh compliments uv thuh sehzin, for yur thuh--"
He lost the end of Mrs.
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