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In the pan, instead of oil or butter, he poured a little water. As soon as the water started to boil tac! he broke the eggshell. But in place of the white and the yolk of the egg, a little yellow Chick, fluffy and gay and smiling, escaped from it. Bowing politely to Pinocchio, he said to him: "Many, many thanks, indeed, Mr. Pinocchio, for having saved me the trouble of breaking my shell!
Mr Dombey receiving this announcement with perfect equanimity, they took leave of that gentleman, and presently departed under the protection of Mr Chick; who, when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state, put his hands in his pockets, threw himself back in the carriage, and whistled 'With a hey ho chevy! all through; conveying into his face as he did so, an expression of such gloomy and terrible defiance, that Mrs Chick dared not protest, or in any way molest him.
He was sure he could identify Kilgore or any of his gang, even if disguised, as would be very probable. Nick's second object was that of learning the exact relations between Señora Cervera and Rufus Venner, and a part of that work he confided to Chick. With himself in the front of the house, and Chick on the stage, Nick believed that nothing worth seeing would escape them.
First, that the liquor amnii is not an excrementitious fluid is evinced, because it is found in greater quantity, when the fetus is young, decreasing after a certain period till birth. Haller asserts, "that in some animals but a small quantity of this fluid remains at the birth. In the eggs of hens it is consumed on the eighteenth day, so that at the exclusion of the chick scarcely any remains.
Well, never ask Chick, D.D. The north with its snows is good enough for him. Warblers may go and nuthatches may come. 'Tis all one to Chick. He is not a bird to follow fashions others set. This bird-of-the-happy-heart has courage to meet the coldest day with a joyous note of welcome. The winter is cheerier for his song. And, as you have guessed, it is not by word alone that he renders service.
As soon as Dave had left tranquillity behind, Gwen set herself to anticipate an anxiety she saw Aunt M'riar wanted to express, but was hanging fire over. "You needn't be afraid about this chick, Aunt M'riar," she said. "It isn't really infectious, only contagious. You can only get it from the patient. Dr. Dalrymple says so. Like the thing you can only buy of the maker.
The doctor stepped forward, hand extended, smiling; surely he did not look or act like a prisoner. "Well, well," spoke he; "at last! Chick Watson and Harry Wendel! You're very welcome. Was it a long journey?" His eyes twinkled in the old way. He didn't wait for their replies. He went on: "Have we solved the Blind Spot? It seems that my pupils never desert me.
He rather invited the latter, in fact, for he knew that the gang would see the need of instantly removing him from Venner's house, at least until they could lay hands upon Chick. In this case Nick believed that they might be compelled to confine him at their diamond plant, the location of which he thus hoped to discover.
"The council of Rhamdas went into special session, my lord, immediately after your materialisation, and has been sitting almost continually since. And now that you are revived, they are waiting in person for you to show yourself. "They accept you. They do not know who you are, my lord; none of us has guessed even a part of the truth. The entire council awaits!" But Chick wanted more.
There, too, the house and grounds were running to ruin and decay, both places being but crumbling monuments of former opulence and grandeur. It was upon this scene that Nick Carter and Chick arrived just before midnight, having left their carriage at a remote corner, to await their return. "Yonder is Venner's house, Chick," said Nick, as they picked their way along the unpaved sidewalk.
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