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`` I rek ` lect your bringin ' Phoebe home to take a cup o ' tea , or a little snack o ' supper , a mort o ' times . '' `` Bother Phoebe , '' cried Mr. Marks , `` who 's a talkin ' of Phoebe ? What 's Phoebe , that anybody should go to put theirselves out about her ? Do you remember my bringin ' home a gentleman after ten o'clock , one September night ; a gentleman as was wet through to the skin , and was covered with mud and slush , and green slime and black muck , from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot , and had his arm broke , and his shoulder swelled up awful ; and was such a objeck that nobody would ha ' knowed him ; a gentleman as had to have his clothes cut off him in some places , and as sat by the kitchen fire , starin ' at the coals as if he had gone mad or stupid-like , and did n't know where he was , or who he was ; and as had to be cared for like a baby , and dressed , and dried , and washed , and fed with spoonfuls of brandy , that had to be forced between his locked teeth , before any life could be got into him ? Do you remember that , mother ? '' The old woman nodded , and muttered something to the effect that she remembered all these circumstances most vividly , now that Luke happened to mention them . Robert Audley uttered a wild cry , and fell down upon his knees by the side of the sick man 's bed .