[Wessex Tales by Thomas Hardy]@TWC D-Link bookWessex Tales CHAPTER I--HOW HIS COLD WAS CURED 15/22
I cannot inform, in fact, against anybody.' 'I see the hardness of it,' he continued, like a man who looked far into the moral of things.
'And it is very cruel that you should be tossed and tantalized between your memories and your conscience.
I do hope, Mrs. Newberry, that you will soon see your way out of this unpleasant position.' 'Well, I don't just now,' she murmured. By this time they had passed over the wall and entered the house, where she brought him a glass and hot water, and left him to his own reflections.
He looked after her vanishing form, asking himself whether he, as a respectable man, and a minister, and a shining light, even though as yet only of the halfpenny-candle sort, were quite justified in doing this thing.
A sneeze settled the question; and he found that when the fiery liquor was lowered by the addition of twice or thrice the quantity of water, it was one of the prettiest cures for a cold in the head that he had ever known, particularly at this chilly time of the year. Stockdale sat in the deep chair about twenty minutes sipping and meditating, till he at length took warmer views of things, and longed for the morrow, when he would see Mrs.Newberry again.
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