The Dualitists by Bram Stoker
The Dualitists Chapter I. Bis Dat Qui Non Cito Dat
The Dualitists Chapter II. Halcyon Days
The Dualitists Chapter III. Rumours of Wars
The Dualitists Chapter IV. The Tucket Sounds
The Dualitists Chapter V. The First Crusade
The Dualitists Chapter VI. ‘Let The Dead Past Bury Its Dead’
The Dualitists Chapter VII. A Cloud With Golden Lining
The Dualitists Chapter II. Halcyon Days
The twins were the finest children that ever were seen–so at least said the cognoscenti, and the parents were not slow to believe. The nurse’s opinion was in itself a proof.
It was not, ma’am, that they was fine for twins, but they was fine for singles, and she had ought to know, for she had nussed a many in her time, both twins and singles. All they wanted was to have their dear little legs cut off and little wings on their dear little shoulders, for to be put one on each side of a white marble tombstone, cut beautiful, sacred to the relic of Ephraim Bubb, that they might, sir, if so be that missus was to survive the father of two such lovely twins–although she would make bold to say, and no offence intended, that a handsome gentleman, though a trifle or two older than his good lady, though for the matter of that she heerd that gentlemen was never too old at all, and for her own part she liked them the better for it: not like bits of boys that didn’t know their own minds–that a gentleman what was the father of two such ‘eavenly twins (God bless them!) couldn’t be called anything but a boy; though for the matter of that she never knowed in her experience–which it was much–of a boy as had such twins, or any twins at all so much for the matter of that. The twins were the idols of their parents, and at the same time their pleasure and their pain. Did Zerubbabel cough, Ephraim would start from his balmy slumbers with an agonized cry of consternation, for visions of innumerable twins black in the face from croup haunted his nightly pillow. Did Zacariah rail at ethereal expansion, Sophonisba with pallid hue and dishevelled locks would fly to the cradle of her offspring. Did pins torture or strings afflict, or flannel or flies tickle, or light dazzle, or darkness affright, or hunger or thirst assail the synchronous productions, the household of Bubb would be roused from quiet slumbers or the current of its manifold workings changed.
The twin’s grew apace; were weaned; teethed; and at length arrived at the stage of three years!
They grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home, etc.
