Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's BroodYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's Brood
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Religious fiction
“What do you think, Ali, my dear,” she said, kneeling by him, “I
have often heard dear papa speak of the wonderful instinct of those
bone-setting families.”
“I’d have nothing to do with a humbugging quack,” put in Bobus.
“He may humbug as much as he likes, if he’ll only get me out of this
pain,” said poor Allen.
“He will only make it ever so much worse, and then you’ll have to have
it done over again,” croaked Bobus.
“That is not the way to talk of it, Bobus,” said his mother. “I know
a dislocated shoulder does not require any great skill, and that
promptness is of greater use than knowledge in such a case.”
“Well, if you like to encourage abominable humbug and have Allen lamed
for life, I don’t,” said Bobus. “I shan’t stay in the house with the
blackguard.”
He stalked out of the room with great loftiness of demeanour, just as
the operator was being introduced--a tall, sinewy man, with one of those
strong yet meek faces often to be found among the peasantry. He came in
after the old farmer, pulling his forelock to the lady, and waiting for
orders as if he had been sent for to mend the grate; but Caroline saw in
a moment that he was a man to trust in, and that his hands were not
only clean, but were well-formed, and powerful, with a great air of
dexterity.
“I am afraid my boy’s arm is put out,” she said, trembling a good deal.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And--and,” said she, feeling sick, and more desolate and left to her
own judgment than ever before. “Can you undertake to push it in again.”
“Please God, ma’am,” Higg said, gravely, coming nearer for examination.
Allen shrank and shuddered.
“Won’t it hurt awfully?” he asked.
“Well, sir, it won’t just be a bed of roses, but it won’t last, not
long, if you sets your will to it.”
He asked for various needments, and while he was inspecting them,
Allen’s courage began to fail, and he breathed out whispers that the man
was rougher and more ignorant than he expected, and they had better
wait and send to Kenminster for a doctor; but those who thought Caroline
helpless and childish would have been amazed at the gentle resolution
with which she refused to listen to his falterings, and braced him to
endure, knowing well that her husband had said that skill was hardly
needed in such a case, only resolution. She would not let herself be
taken out of the room, and indeed never thought of herself, only
of Allen, whose other hand she held, and to whom she seemed to give
patience and courage. When all was well over, there was a hospitable
invitation to the patient to remain till he was fit to return, and an
extension of the invitation to his mother, but with promises of every
care if she must leave him, and this she was forced to decide on doing,
as such a household as hers could not well spare her, especially on a
Saturday evening; and she also saw that the inconvenience to her hosts
would have been great.
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