"
The driver looked at Sir Norman, then stooped down and touched
Ormiston's icy face, and listened to hear him breathe. He stood
up after a moment, with some thing like a small laugh.
"If he's alive," he said, turning to go, "then I never saw any
one dead! Good night, sir, I wish you joy when you bring him
to."
"Stay!" exclaimed the young man, "I wish you to assist me in
bringing him to yonder apothecary's shop, and you may have this
for your pains."
"This" proved to be a talisman of alacrity; for the man pocketed
it, and briskly laid hold of Ormiston by the feet, while Sir
Norman wrapped his cloak reverently about him and took him by the
shoulders. In this style his body was conveyed to the
apothecary's shop which they found half full of applicants for
medicine, among whom their entrance with the corpse produced no
greater sensation than a momentary stare. The attire and bearing
of Sir Norman proving him to be something different from their
usual class of visitors, bringing one of the drowsy apprentices
immediately to his side, inquiring what were his orders.
"A private room, and your master's attendance directly," was the
authoritative reply.
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