"I know
a dislocated shoulder does not require any great skill, and that
promptness is of greater use than knowledge in such a case."
"Well, if you like to encourage abominable humbug and have Allen
lamed for life, I don't," said Bobus. "I shan't stay in the house
with the blackguard."
He stalked out of the room with great loftiness of demeanour, just as
the operator was being introduced-—a tall, sinewy man, with one of
those strong yet meek faces often to be found among the peasantry.
He came in after the old farmer, pulling his forelock to the lady,
and waiting for orders as if he had been sent for to mend the grate;
but Caroline saw in a moment that he was a man to trust in, and that
his hands were not only clean, but were well-formed, and powerful,
with a great air of dexterity.
"I am afraid my boy's arm is put out," she said, trembling a good
deal.
"Yes, ma'am."
"And-—and," said she, feeling sick, and more desolate and left to her
own judgment than ever before. "Can you undertake to push it in
again."
"Please God, ma'am," Higg said, gravely, coming nearer for
examination.
Allen shrank and shuddered.
"Won't it hurt awfully?" he asked.
"Well, sir, it won't just be a bed of roses, but it won't last, not
long, if you sets your will to it.
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