The Story of Charles Strange: A Novel. Vol. 2 (of 3)Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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The Story of Charles Strange: A Novel. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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"I have seen the shakes before to-day; was used to 'em when a child,
as may be said," resumed Hatch. "I had a step-uncle, sir, mother's
half-brother, who lived next door to us; he was give to drink, and he
had 'em now and then. Beer were his chief weakness; wine is missis's.
If that step-uncle of mine had been put to stand head downwards in a
beer barrel, Mr. Charles, he'd not have thought he had enough. He'd be
always seeing things, he would; blue and red and green imps that
crawled up his bed-posts, and horrid little black devils. He used to
start out of doors and run away for fear of 'em. Once he ran out stark
naked, all but his shoes; he tore past the cottages all down the
village, and flung himself into the pond opposite the stocks. All the
women watching him from their doors and windows followed after him.
The men thought it were at least a mad dog broke loose, seeing the
women in pursuit like that; whereas it were nothing but my step-uncle
in one of his bouts--stripped. Mrs. Brightman would never do such a
thing as that, being a lady; but they be all pretty much alike for
sense when the fit is on 'em."
"And Mr. Brightman knew of this, you say? Knew that she was given
to--to like stimulants?"
"He couldn't be off knowing of it, sir, habiting, as he did, the same
rooms: and it has just bittered his life out. She has never had a
downright bad attack, like this one, therefore we could hide it from
the servants and from Miss Annabel, but it couldn't be hided from him.
He first spoke to me about it six or seven months ago, when he was
having an iron bedstead put up in the little room close to hers; until
then he had made believe to me not to see it. Sometimes I know he
talked to her, all lovingly and persuasively, and I would see her with
red eyes afterwards. I once heard her say, 'I will try, Henry; indeed
I will;' and I do believe she did. But she got worse, and then master
spoke to Mr. Close."
"Has it been long growing upon her?" I asked, in a low voice.
"Sir," returned Hatch, looking at me with her powerful eyes, "it has
been growing for years and years. I think it came on, first, from
idleness----"
"From idleness!"
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