The Journey to Doctor Livesey’s house was a quiet one. There were no signs of the men who were with Pew anywhere near us on the southern English countryside, thank the heavens. The only sounds to befall upon my ears were the steady clip clop of the horse’s hooves, and the continuous buzzing of numerous insects. No words could be found to kindle a conversation, and I had no desire to start one. Flitting moments of time passed by, and soon enough, Doctor Livesey’s house appeared.
The sound of the hooves clip-clopping was still echoing in my ears, but the noise seemingly grew louder, as my anticipation upon arriving at Doctor Livesey’s house rose. The group of Mr. Dance’s men came to a stop. Mr. Dance muttered a quiet “Let’s go now,” to which
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I gazed around the brightly lit area, where there was a bed with pure white sheets in the corner, a cabinet with vials and bottles filled with medicine, a lamp burning brightly on a tiny, wooden table, along with a rectangular table in the middle of the …show more content…
Giving a half effort smile, he introduced himself. “Mah name’s Chase. I’m Doctor Livesey’s helper. I’ll get ‘im fur ye.” “Thank you.”
And with that he headed to Doctor Livesey’s room.
I waited for Doctor Livesey’s appearance. It wasn’t but a moment after, when Doctor Livesey strode in the room, with Chase behind him.
“Doctor Livesey!” I said, with urgency. I quickly walked up to him. “A lot has happened, sir! And,” I paused,” I need to show you something.” The doctor looked at me with understanding.
“Sit. down, Jim. Tell me what’s ensued.” We both sat down at the table in the middle of the room. He turned to his apprentice, who stood there with confusion written all over his face. “Chase, would you get water for Jim here?” Chase nodded. “Yes, sir.” The apprentice went to fetch the water in the next room. While he was doing so, I took the time to explain everything that had happened back at the inn; about Pew’s death, and the oilskin packet I had found in Billy Jones’s wooden chest. In the middle of explaining the oilskin packet, Chase had walked back in, with water in hand. He set it in front of me, and I drank it all in no time at
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Her expansive shoulders lay motionless, Seated with open arms offering its knowledgeability to anyone that walks by. her mind flooded with pure intellect is occupied with Melbourne’s comprehensive history. Before her entry, fixed with boundless glory and pride stands Edmond Barry. Carved with her intricate design to match her exterior, myriad of fiction, mystery and encyclopaedia to acquire ones every need.
My family had just moved in the summer of 2013, that meant I’d be going to a different middle school. I was in the Gresham district now, so that meant that I had to go to Clear Creek middle school. Both my sisters went there, most of the teachers knew me because of them. I’d go to all their band concerts and the parent-teacher conferences. I hated the fact that i had to switch schools. I just want to stay at Walt Morey with all my friends and because I was playing football for reynolds. It made no sense to me at the time because Walt Morey was closer to me house than Clear Creek was. I begged my mom everyday to let me go to Walt Morey and she’d always say no. Then registration day came, I was forced to go but I guess it was alright. There were a few familiar faces, but I hated the
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