Now don't you press me to make up
a bill or I shall change my mind and give you. one and it will be so
large that you won't be able to go down to Glebeshire. How would you
like that? Oh, don't think I'm doing it from fine motives. You're
both a couple of babies, that's what you are, and it would be a
shame to rob you. How you're ever going to get through the world
don't know. The Babes in the Wood weren't in it. He thinks he's
wicked, doesn't he?"
"Yes, he does," said Maggie.
"Wicked! Why, he doesn't know what wickedness is. A couple of
children. Look after his heart or he'll be popping off one fine
morning."
Maggie turned pale. "Oh no," she said, her voice trembling.
"He's going to get well."
Abrams sniffed. "If he doesn't drink and leads a healthy life he
may. But leopards don't change their spots. He's worrying over
something. What is it?"
"His father's death," said Maggie. "He loved his father more than
any one and he's got it into his head that he gave him a shock and
killed him."
"Well, you get it out of his head," said Abrams. "He won't be better
until you do."
Next morning they were at Paddington, Martin very feeble but
indifferent to everything.
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