I never could
abide a mouldy old churchyard.'
As he turned into the avenue himself, Miss Merry, who was far ahead,
happened to look back.
'Ah!' said Jonas, with a sullen smile, and a nod that was not addressed
to her. 'Make the most of it while it lasts. Get in your hay while the
sun shines. Take your own way as long as it's in your power, my lady!'
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
IS IN PART PROFESSIONAL, AND FURNISHES THE READER WITH SOME VALUABLE
HINTS IN RELATION TO THE MANAGEMENT OF A SICK CHAMBER
Mr Mould was surrounded by his household gods. He was enjoying the
sweets of domestic repose, and gazing on them with a calm delight. The
day being sultry, and the window open, the legs of Mr Mould were on the
window-seat, and his back reclined against the shutter. Over his shining
head a handkerchief was drawn, to guard his baldness from the flies. The
room was fragrant with the smell of punch, a tumbler of which grateful
compound stood upon a small round table, convenient to the hand of
Mr Mould; so deftly mixed that as his eye looked down into the cool
transparent drink, another eye, peering brightly from behind the crisp
lemon-peel, looked up at him, and twinkled like a star.
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