'Poor dear Jack!' said Mrs. Markleham, shaking her head. 'That trying
climate! - like living, they tell me, on a sand-heap, underneath a
burning-glass! He looked strong, but he wasn't. My dear Doctor, it was
his spirit, not his constitution, that he ventured on so boldly.
Annie, my dear, I am sure you must perfectly recollect that your cousin
never was strong - not what can be called ROBUST, you know,' said Mrs.
Markleham, with emphasis, and buy anabolics steroids looking round upon us generally, '- from
the time when my daughter and himself were children together, and
walking about, arm-in-arm, the livelong day.'
'Except well, indeed!' said the Old Soldier. 'He has had dreadful
strokes of the sun, no doubt, and jungle fevers and agues, and every
kind of thing you can mention. As to his liver,' said the Old Soldier
resignedly, 'that, of course, he gave up altogether, when he first went
out!'
'Say? My dear sir,' returned Mrs. Markleham, shaking her head and her
fan, 'you little know my poor Jack Maldon when you ask that question.
Say? Not he. You might drag him at the heels of four wild horses
first.'
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