Spurling attended him as his nurse, and, under her care, he speedily revived. "No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge. “Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook. Go to it; and the best of luck!" He went out. ‘Of course it is,’ corroborated Hilary. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. You know nothing of life, nothing of its dangers, nothing of its possibilities. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. ‘I must get a handkerchief.
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