Devlin the BarberFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Devlin the Barber
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"'How do I know what I know?' he said, laughing. 'Ah, if I egsplained
you might not understand. Perhaps there's little I don't know. I've
travelled the world over, Mrs. Lemon, and there's no saying what I've
learnt. As for spying, fye, fye, my dear landlady! But you must be
satisfied, I suppose, being a woman. Have you ever heard of second
sight? It's a wonderful gift. Perhaps I've got it; perhaps I can see
with my eyes shut. Sech things are. But this is trifling. Poor Lemon!
I am really concerned for him. You musn't keep me away from him. I'm a
doctor, and can do him a power of good.'
"'Not,' I said, and where I got the courage from in the state I was
in, goodness only knows, 'while there's breath in my body shall you
doctor my husband. Mischief enough you've done; you don't do no more.'
"'Mischief, you foolish woman!' he said. 'What mischief? Have you took
leave of your senses?' But I didn't answer him. 'Ah, well,' he said,
shrugging his shoulders, 'let it be as you wish with my poor friend
Lemon. I yield always to a lady. What is this?' And he took up the
newspaper. 'You've been reading, I see, the particulars of this sad
case. It is more than sad; it is frightful.'
"'I haven't read it,' I said.
"'But you was going to?'
"'I won't bemean myself by denying it,' I said. 'Yes, I was going to,
when you come into the room unbeknown and unbeware.'
"I had it in my mind to say that it was a liberty to come into a room
as didn't belong to him without first knocking at the door, but his
black eyes was fixed on me and his moustache was curling up to his
nose, and I didn't dare to.
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