"Do you mean to say," he asked, after a pause, "that you helped her
to land the stuff?"
"I thought it was Tea."
"And you never examined it?"
"She told me it was Tea."
"Moggridge, you have been given away, as the Yankees put it. I have
been sold, which is bad; but you have been 'given away,' which is
worse."
"You were sold for 'love,' which is pretty much the same, I take it,
as being given away," objected the Poet testily.
"Not at all the same, Moggridge, as being given away--with half a
pound of Tea."
Footnote, Chapter XXIII
[1] Medicine.
CHAPTER XXIV.
OF THE BEST HELLEBORE; AND AN EXPERIMENT IN THE ENTERTAINMENT OF
TWINS.
For three days Mr. Fogo continued to propose. On the evening of the
third day the little Doctor shook his head. After this, for about a
week, Mr. Fogo proposed and the Doctor shook his head at intervals.
Finally, and in the middle of a sentence, the patient fell into a
deep slumber.
When he awoke, it was to the conviction that he, Mr. Fogo, being a
bolster, had been robbed of his rightful stuffing by some person or
persons unknown. He had lain for some time pondering this situation
with a growing resentment, when he was aware of some one sitting
between him and the sunshine.
"Who are you?" he asked.
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