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Mrs. Lake s experienced ears were not slow to discover that the child had got whooping cough, which the nurse confessed was the case. She also apologized for bringing in the baby among Mrs. Lake s children, saying that she had thought of nothing but the poor little chirrub herself. Don t name it, mum, replied the windmiller s wife. I always say if children be to have things, they ll have em and if not, why they won t. A theory which seems to sum up the views of the majority of people in Mrs. Lake s class of life upon the spread of disease. I m sure I don t know what s coming to my poor head, the nurse continued I ve not so much as told you who I am, ma am. I m nurse at the Grange, ma am, with Mr. Ammaby and Lady Louisa. They ve been in town, and her ladyship s had the very best advice, and now we ve come to the country for three months, but the dear child don t seem a bit the better. And we ve been trying every thing, I m sure. For any thing I heard of I ve tried, as well as what the doctor ordered, and rubbing it with some stuff Lady Louisa s mamma insisted upon, too, even to a frog put into the dear child s mouth, and drawed back by its legs, that s supposed to be a certain cure, but only frightened it into a fit I thought it never would have come n95 lifespan out of, as well as fetching her ladyship all the way from her boudoir to know what was the matter which I no more dared tell her than fly. Dear, dear said the miller s wife have you tried goose grease, mum Tis an excellent thing. Goose grease, ma am, and an excellent ointment from the bone setter s at the toll bar, which the butler paid for out of his own pocket, knowing it to have done a world of good to his sister that had a bad leg, besides being a certain cure for coughs, and cancer, and consumption as well. And then the doctor s imprecation on its little chest, night and morning, besides but nothing.d looked round his new abode. It was a small stone cell it was underground, with a little grated window at the top that seemed to be level with the court there was a pallet painfully pressed and worn a chair, a stone on which stood a plate and broken pitcher, and in one corner a huge bundle of firewood which mocked a place where there was no fire. Stones lay scattered about, the walls were black, and in the far dark corners the wet oozed out and trickled slowly down, and lizards and other reptiles crawled up. I suppose that the first object that attracts the 152 hopes of a new prisoner is the window of his cell, and to this, despite his weakness, Monsieur the Viscount crept. It afforded him little satisfaction. It was too high in the cell for him to reach it, too low in the prison to command any view, and was securely grated with iron. Then he examined the walls, but not a stone was loose. As he did so, his eye fell upon the floor, and he noticed that two of the stones that lay about had been raised up by some one and a third laid upon the top. It looked like child s play, p3r mask and Monsieur the Viscount kicked it down, and then he saw that underneath it there was a pellet of paper roughly rolled together. Evidently it was something left by the former occupant of the cell for his successor. Perhaps he had begun some plan for getting away which he had not had time to perfect on his own account, Perhaps but by this time the paper was spread out, and Monsieur the Viscount read the writing. The paper was old and yellow. It was the fly leaf torn out of a little book, and on it was written in black chalk, the words Souvenez vous du Sauveur. Remember the Saviour. He turned it over, he turned it back again there was no other mark there was nothing more and Monsieur the Viscount did not conceal from himself 153 that he was disappointed. How could it be otherwise full face respirator mask He had been bred in how to wear a face mask when sick ease and luxury, and surrounded with everything that could make full face respirator mask life beautiful while ugliness, and want, and sickness, and all that make life miserable, had been kept, as far as they can be kept, from the precincts of the beautiful chateau which was his home. What were the consolations of religion to him They are offered to those and to those only who need them. They were to Monsieur the Viscount what the Crucified Christ was to the Greeks of old foolishness. He put the paper in his pocket and lay down again, feeling it the crowning disappointment of what he had lately suffered. Presently, Antoine came with some food it was not dainty, full face respirator mask but Monsieur the Viscount devoured it like a famished hound, and then made inquiries as to how he came and how long he had been there. When the gaoler began to describe him, whom he called the Cur , Monsieur the Viscount.
t length his breathing became regular and I heard unmistakable sounds of snoring the first and only time in my life when snoring has been a welcome and calming influence. This, I remember, was the last thought in my mind before dozing off. A difficulty in breathing woke me, and I found the blanket over my face. But something else besides the blanket was pressing upon me, and my first thought was that my companion had rolled off his mattress on to my own in his sleep. I called to him and sat up, and at the same moment it came to me that the tent was surrounded. That sound of multitudinous soft pattering was again audible outside, filling the night with horror. I called again to him, louder than before. He did not answer, but I missed the sound of his snoring, and also noticed that the flap of the tent door was down. This was the unpardonable sin. I crawled out in the darkness to hook it back securely, and it was then for the first time I realized positively that the Swede was not there. He had gone. I dashed out in a mad run, seized by a dreadful agitation, and the moment I was out I plunged into a sort of torrent of humming that surrounded me completely and came out of every quarter of the heavens at once. It was that same familiar humming gone mad A swarm of great invisible bees might have been about me in the air. The sound seemed to thicken the very atmosphere, and I felt that my lungs worked with difficulty. But my friend was in danger, and I could not hesitate. The dawn was just about to break, and a faint whitish light spread upwards over the clouds from a thin strip of clear horizon. No wind stirred. I could just make out the bushes and river beyond, and the pale sandy patches. In my excitement I ran frantically to and fro about the island, calling him by name, shouting at the top of my voice the first words that came into my head. But the willows smothered my voice, and the humming muffled it, so that the sound only traveled a few feet round me. I plunged among the bushes, tripping headlong, tumbling over roots, and scraping my face as I tore this way and that among the preventing branches. Then, quite unexpectedly, I came out upon the island s point and saw a dark figure outlined between the water and the sky. It was the Swede. And already he had one foot in the river A moment more and he would have taken the plunge. I threw myself upon him, flinging my arms about his waist and dragging him shorewards with all my strength. Of course he struggled furiously, making a noise all the who sells n95 or p100 respirators time just like that cursed humming, and using the most outlandish phrases 3m full face mask lens cover in his anger about going inside to Them, and taking the way of the water and the wind, and God only knows what more besides, that I tried in vain to recall a.ountry, and they wear such clothes are they not funny and terrible But art thou a bridegroom The sun had already disappeared, a monstrous black shadow came running from the east it was as if gigantic bare feet began rumbling on the sand, and the wind sent a cold wave along the backbone. In the darkness thou seemest still larger, Lazarus, as if thou hast grown stouter in these moments. Dost thou feed on darkness, Lazarus I would fain have a little fire at least a little fire, a little fire. I feel somewhat chilly, your nights are so barbarously cold Were it not so dark, I should say that thou wert looking at me, Lazarus. Yes, it seems to me, thou art looking Why, thou art looking at me, I feel it, but there thou art smiling. Night came, and filled the air with heavy blackness. How well it will be, when the sun will rise to morrow anew I am a great sculptor, thou knowest that is how my friends call me. I create. Yes, that is the word but I need daylight. I give life to the cold marble, I melt sonorous bronze in fire, in bright hot fire Why didst thou touch me with thy hand Come said Lazarus Thou art my guest. And they went to the house. And a long night enveloped the earth. The slave, seeing that his master did not come, went to seek him, when the sun was already high in the sky. And he beheld his master side by side with Lazarus in profound silence were they sitting right under the dazzling and scorching sunrays and looking upward. The slave began to weep and cried out My master, what has befallen thee, master The very same day the sculptor left for Rome. On the way Aurelius was pensive and taciturn, staring attentively at everything the men, the ship, the sea, as though trying to retain something. On the high sea a storm burst upon them, and all through it Aurelius stayed on the deck and eagerly scanned the seas looming near and sinking with a thud. At home his friends full face respirator mask were frightened at the change which had taken place in Aurelius, but he calmed them, saying meaningly I have found it. And without changing the dusty clothes he wore on his journey, he fell to work, and the marble obediently resounded under his sonorous hammer. Long and eagerly worked he, admitting no one, until one morning he announced that the work was ready and ordered his friends to be summoned, severe critics and connoisseurs of art. And to meet them he put on bright and gorgeous garments, that glittered with yellow gold and scarlet byssus. Here is my work, said he thoughtfully. His friends glanced and a shadow of profound sorrow covered their faces. It was something monstrous, deprived of all the lines and shapes familiar to the eye, but not without a hint at some new, strange image. On a thin, crooked twig, or rather on.s chair with a face as black as a thunder cloud. The reason of my ill temper was this Ever since I could remember, my father had been accustomed, once a year, to take us all into the country for change of air. Once he had taken us to the sea, but generally we went to an old farmhouse in the middle of the beautiful moors which lay not many miles from our dirty black town. But this year, on this very sunshiny morning, he had announced at breakfast that he could not let us go to what we called our moor home. He had even added insult to injury by expressing his thankfulness that we were all in good health, so that the change was not a matter of necessity. full face respirator mask I was too indignant to speak, and rushed upstairs into the nursery, where my little sister had also taken tb mask refuge. She was always very gentle and obedient provokingly so, I thought , and now she sat rocking her doll on her knee in silent sorrow, whilst I stood kicking full face respirator mask her chair and grumbling in a tone which it was well the doll could not hear, or rocking would have been of little use. I took pleasure in trying to make her as angry as myself. I reminded her how lovely the purple moors 121 were looking at that moment, how sweet heather smelt, and how good bilberries tasted. I said I thought it was very hard. It wasn t as if we were always paying visits, as many children did, to their country relations we had only one treat in the year, and father wanted to take that away. Not a soul in the town, I said, would be as unfortunate as we were. The children next door would go somewhere, of course. So would the little Smiths, and the Browns, and everybody. Everybody else went to the sea in the autumn we were contented with the moors, and he wouldn t even let us go there. And, at the end of every burst of complaint, I discharged a volley of kicks at the leg of the chair, and wound up with I can t think why he can t I don t know, said my sister, timidly, but he said something about not affording it, and spending money, and about trade being bad, and he was afraid there would be great distress in the town. Oh, these illogical women I was furious. What on earth has that to do with us I shouted at her. Father s a doctor trade won t hurt him. But you are so silly, Minnie, I can t talk to you. I only know it s very hard. Fancy staying a whole year full face respirator mask boxed up in this beastly town And I had so worked myself up that I fully believed 122 in the truth of the sentence with which I concluded There never was anything so miserable Minnie said nothing, for my feelings just then were something like those of the dogs who Dr. Watts tells us delight To bark and bite and perhaps she was afraid of being bitten. At any rate, she held her tongue and just then my father came into the room. The door was op.
Full Face Respirator Mask upon them from behind. For a short mile it was visible, pouring in and out among the islands, and then disappearing with a huge sweep into the willows, which closed about it like a herd of monstrous antediluvian creatures crowding down to drink. They made me think of gigantic sponge like growths that sucked the river up into themselves. They caused it to vanish from sight. They herded there together in such overpowering numbers. Altogether it was an impressive scene, with its utter loneliness, its bizarre suggestion and as I gazed, long and curiously, a singular emotion began stir somewhere in the depths of me. Midway in my delight of the wild beauty, there crept unbidden and unexplained, a curious feeling of disquietude, almost of alarm. A full face respirator mask rising river, perhaps, always suggests something of the ominous many of the little islands I saw before me would probably have been swept away by the morning this resistless, thundering flood of water touched the sense of awe. Yet I was aware that my uneasiness lay deeper far than the emotions of awe and wonder. It was not that en149 vs n95 I felt. Nor had it directly to do with the power of the driving wind this shouting hurricane that might almost carry up a few acres of willows into the air and scatter them like so much chaff over the full face respirator mask landscape. The wind was simply enjoying itself, for nothing rose out of the flat landscape to stop it, and I was conscious of sharing its great game with a kind of pleasurable excitement. Yet this novel emotion had nothing to do with the wind. Indeed, so vague was the sense of distress I experienced, that it was impossible to trace it to its source and deal with it accordingly, though I was aware somehow that it had to do with my realization of our utter insignificance before this unrestrained power of the elements about me. The huge grown river had something to do with it too a vague, unpleasant idea that we had somehow trifled with these great elemental forces in whose power we lay helpless every hour of the day and night. For here, indeed, they were gigantically at play together, and the sight appealed to the imagination. But my emotion, so far as I could understand it, seemed to attach itself more particularly to the willow bushes, to these acres and acres of willows, crowding, so thickly growing there, swarming everywhere the eye could reach, pressing upon the river as though to suffocate it, standing in dense array mile after mile beneath the sky, watching, waiting, listening. And, apart quite from the elements, the willows connected themselves subtly with my malaise, attacking the mind insidiously somehow by reason of their vast numbers, and contriving in some way or other to represent to the imagination a new and mighty power, a power, moreover, not.other to struggle on with eight of us as she could. She buried six, one after another and then she died herself, and brother Ben and I were left alone. But we were mighty fond of one another, and got on very well. I got plenty of employment, weaving mats and baskets for a shop in the town, and Ben worked at the factory. One Saturday night he came home all in a state, and said there was going to be a cheap trip on the Monday into the country. It was the first there had been from these parts, though there have been many since, I believe. Neither he nor I had ever been out of the town, and he was full of it that we must go. He had brought his Saturday wage with him, and we would work hard afterwards. Well, you see, the landlord had been that day, and had said he must have the rent by Tuesday, or he d turn us out. I d got some of it laid by, and was looking to Ben s wages to make it up. But I couldn t bear to see his face pining for a bit of fresh air, and so I full face respirator mask thought I could stay at home and work on Monday for what would make up the rent, and he need never know. 130 So I pretended that I didn t want to go, and couldn t be bothered with the fuss and at last I set him off on Monday without me. It was late at night when he came back like one wild. He d got flowers in his hat, and flowers in all his button holes he d got his handkerchief filled with hay, and was carrying something under his coat. He began laughing and crying, and Eh, Bill he said, thou hast been a fool. Thou hast missed summat. But I ve brought thee a bit of green, lad, I ve brought thee a bit of green. And then he lifted up his coat, and there was the plant, which full face respirator mask some woman had given him. We didn t in what situation would you wear an n95 respirator sleep much that night. He spread the hay over the bed, for me to lay my face on, and see how the fields smelt, and then he began and told me all about it and after that, when I was tired with work, or on a Sunday afternoon, I used to say, full face respirator mask Now, Ben, tell us a bit about the country. And he liked nothing better. He used to say that I should go, if he carried me on his back but the Lord did full face medical mask for trilogy not see fit. He took cold at work, and went off three months afterwards. It was singular, the morning he died he called me to him, and said, Bill, I ve been a dreaming about that trip that thou didst want to hepa filter face mask go after all. I dreamt and then he stopped, and said no more but, after a bit, he opened his eyes wide, and pulled me to him, and he said, Bill, my 131 lad, there s such flowers in heaven, such flowers And so the Lord took him. But I kept the bit of green for his sake. Here followed another fit of coughing, which brought my full face respirator mask father from the end of the bed to forbid his talking any more. I have got to see another patient in the yard, he said, and I will leave my son here. H.