I don't know
her."
"Lord a mercy, there you are again--trouble and expense! What
trouble will you be? And as for expense, one would think you'd been
living like a Lord Mayor to hear you talk. What are we made for if
not to help one another?"
"I can't walk; and shouldn't I be obliged to get the doctor's
permission?"
"Walk! Of course you can't. And what did my husband say to me
before I started? Says he, 'You'll have to get a conveyance to take
him.' 'Leave me alone for that,' says I; 'although right you are.'
And I says to my cousin's husband, who drives a hackney coach, 'Just
you drop down and carry him home. It won't be ten minutes out of
your time.' So he'll be here in about a quarter of an hour. As for
the doctor, I understand as much about you as he does, and, doctor or
no doctor, you won't sleep in this bed to-night. I'll go and tell
the head nurse or master, or somebody or the other, that you are off.
You just put on your clothes."
In a short time she returned, found Zachariah dressed, wrapped him
round in shawls and rugs, helped him downstairs, put him into the
coach, and brought him to her cousin's. It was a little house, in a
long uniform street; but a good deal of pains had been taken with it
to make it something special.
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