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Mangles' cats'-meat- coloured hovel ululated with humans, can't you see for yourself that ?" There was a solid crash of released waters leaping upon the wheel more furiously than ever, a grinding of cogs, a hum like the hum of a hornet, and then the unvisited darkness of the old mill was scattered by intolerable white light.
His destination is reached when he stands face to face with the lady's lodging over the bird-fancier's, "next door but one to the celebrated mutton-pie shop, and directly opposite to the original cats'-meat warehouse." Here Mr.
Gurnet as if he had been a wild elephant. He admitted Peter with a change of voice, and asked eagerly if things with lungs were hereditary or catching? "Not at present in your case," Dr. Gurnet informed him. "By the by, you'll get better, you know. You're a little too old to cure, but you'll patch up." "What does that mean?" Winn demanded. "Shall I be a broken-winded, cats'-meat hack?" Dr.
The glorious incongruity of the thing tickled me immensely; but I laughed more heartily still when on going below I was hailed as "Wot cher, chummy; 'ow yer hoppin' up?" by another barbarian from the wilds of Spitalfields, who, from the secure shelter of his cats'-meat round in 'Oxton, had got adrift, and, after being severely buffeted by tempestuous ill-fortune, had finally found himself in the comfortable old CHANCE, a haven of rest in the midst of storms.
Beginning with praise of London as the richest ground of romance discoverable in the world, he proceeded to tell the story of a cats'-meat woman who, after purveying for the cats at a West End mansion for many years, discovered one day that the master of the house was her own son. "He behaved to her very handsomely. At this moment she is living in a pleasant little villa out Leatherhead way.
Grooms, again, and dog-fanciers, are to the full as able to form an intelligent opinion on the reason and language of animals as any University Professor, and so are cats'-meat men.
I said it with a bow and a wave of my hand: "Because, though your father was a lion-tamer, your mother was a woman." She appeared to reflect for a moment; then addressing Dale: "The answer doesn't amount to a ha'porth of cats'-meat, but you couldn't have got out of it like that."
"Sure there must be some trifling mistake; let me look at it. Terence O'Brien, sure enough; but now the question is, has any other fellow robbed me of my name and promotion at the same time? Bother, what can it mane? I won't belave it not a word of it. I've no more interest than a dog who drags cats'-meat."
I won't belave it not a word of it. I've no more interest than a dog who drags cats'-meat." "Really, O'Brien," observed I, "I cannot see why you should not be made; I am sure you deserve your promotion for your conduct when you were taken prisoner."