Nuttie's FatherYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Nuttie's Father
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Janet will go in for second-sight ever after. Yes, she's all right,
except a scratch from the glass, and that I'm sitting on her more or
less. How are they getting on?' 'The horse is all but out. Not hurt,
they think. Here's another man come to help--a gentleman--my dear, it
is your partner, Nuttie's umbrella man.' 'Oh, making it
complete--hopes, Janet--I'm sorry, but I can't help squashing you! I
can't help subsiding on you! What is it now?' as the lamp-light
vanished.
'They are looking for something to make levers of,' returned May;
'these wooden rails are too rotten.'
'Can't they get us through the window?' sighed a muffled voice.
'Not unless we could be elongated, like the Hope of the Katzekopfs.'
'We shall manage now,' cried Mark; 'we have found some iron bars to the
hatch down there. But you must prepare for a shock or two before you
can be set free.'
The two gentlemen and three servants strove and struggled, hoisted and
pushed, to the tune of suppressed sounds, half of sobs, half of
laughter, till at last the carriage was heaved up sufficiently to be
dragged backwards beyond the hole; but even then it would not stand,
for the wheels on the undermost side were crushed, neither could either
door be readily opened, one being smashed in, and the other jammed
fast. Annaple, however, still tried to keep up her own spirits and her
sister's, observing that she now knew how to sympathise with Johnnie's
tin soldiers in their box turned upside down.
Two sturdy labourers here made their appearance, having been roused in
the cottage and brought back by Mr. Egremont, and at last one door was
forced open by main force, and the ladies emerged, Annaple, helping her
sister, beginning some droll thanks, but pausing as she perceived that
Lady Delmar's dress was covered with blood.
'My dear Janet. This is worse than I guessed. Why did you not speak?'
'It is not much,' said the poor lady, rather faintly. 'My neck--'
The elder ladies came about her, and seated her on cushions, where, by
the light of May's lamp, Alice, who had been to an ambulance class at
Micklethwayte, detected the extent of the cut, extracted a fragment of
glass, and staunched the bleeding with handkerchiefs and strips of the
girls' tulle skirts, but she advised her patient to be driven at once
to a surgeon to secure that no morsel of glass remained. Mr. Egremont,
gratified to see his wife come to the front, undertook to drive her
back to Redcastle. Indeed, they must return thither to cross by the
higher bridge. 'You will go with me,' entreated Lady Delmar, holding
Alice's hand; and the one hastily consigning Nuttie to her aunt's care,
the other giving injunctions not to alarm her mother to Annaple, who
had declared her intention of walking home, the two ladies went off
under Mr. Egremont's escort.
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