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I Am a New Boy in More Senses than One

           

           ‘Mydearmama,’saidMrs.Strong,‘nevermindthatnow.’

           ‘Annie,don’tbeabsurd,’returnedhermother.‘Ifyouaretoblushtohearofsuchthingsnowyouareanoldmarriedwoman,whenareyounottoblushtohearofthem?’

           ‘Old?’exclaimedMr.JackMaldon.‘Annie?Come!’

           ‘Yes,John,’returnedtheSoldier.‘Virtually,anoldmarriedwoman.Althoughnotoldbyyearsforwhendidyoueverhearmesay,orwhohaseverheardmesay,thatagirloftwentywasoldbyyears!yourcousinisthewifeoftheDoctor,and,assuch,whatIhavedescribedher.Itiswellforyou,John,thatyourcousinisthewifeoftheDoctor.Youhavefoundinhimaninfluentialandkindfriend,whowillbekinderyet,Iventuretopredict,ifyoudeserveit.Ihavenofalsepride.Ineverhesitatetoadmit,frankly,thattherearesomemembersofourfamilywhowantafriend.Youwereoneyourself,beforeyourcousin’sinfluenceraiseduponeforyou.’

           TheDoctor,inthegoodnessofhisheart,wavedhishandasiftomakelightofit,andsaveMr.JackMaldonfromanyfurtherreminder.ButMrs.MarklehamchangedherchairforonenexttheDoctor’s,andputtingherfanonhiscoat-sleeve,said:

           ‘No,really,mydearDoctor,youmustexcusemeifIappeartodwellonthisrather,becauseIfeelsoverystrongly.Icallitquitemymonomania,itissuchasubjectofmine.Youareablessingtous.YoureallyareaBoon,youknow.

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