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"Did he take my muffin? Speak the truth!" "No, sir; it was the it was the the cat, sir!" "O you wicked, wicked boy!" cried Mrs. Morton, who had followed her husband into the parlour; "the cat kittened last night, and is locked up in the coal-cellar!" "Come here, Master Sidney! No! first go down, Margaret, and see if the cat is in the cellar: it might have got out, Mrs. M.," said Mr.
He would reply, "The Great God would not permit me to tell you. I was a bad man, and I died the death." He named the room in the house in which he died. Corney constantly joined in any conversation carried on by the people of the house. One could never tell when a voice from the coal-cellar would erupt into the dialogue.
The kitchen fire was red, but low; the coal-cellar was locked, and there was nothing in the scuttle but a little coal-dust and the piece of brown paper that is put in to keep the coals from tumbling out through the bottom where the hole is. We put the saucepan on the fire and plied it with fuel two Chronicles, a Telegraph, and two Family Herald novelettes were burned in vain.
"I thought I would die laughing when he took me into the coal-cellar, but I kept a straight face." "Do you think he's good-looking, Hetty?" "Who? John Flutter! good-looking? He's a perfect fright." "That's just what I think. Oh, isn't it too good to see the way he nurses that little mustache of his? I'm going to send him a magnifying-glass, so that he can count the hairs with less trouble."
To de coal-cellar fer yours! G'wan! an' off dey goes! An' I gits busy ag'in, swipes de jools, an' chases meself here." Jimmy wiped his eyes. "Have you ever heard of poetic justice, Spike?" he asked. "This is it. But, in this hour of mirth and good-will, we must not forget " Spike interrupted.
It was all as black as ink, going under the door; but Tommy never minded." "Wonderful merit! While you were eating tallow! Show me the coal-cellar, and out he comes. But why don't you speak of your poor mother, child?" The child, who had been so brave, and clever, self-denying, laborious, and noble, avoided his eyes, and began to lick her spoon, as if she had had enough, starving though she was.
"There was sevenpence halfpenny in coppers and a threepenny-bit," said the Major carefully; "there was a cigarette-holder, a piece of string, and this letter," and he laid it on the table. It ran as follows: Dear Mr Plover, I am annoyed to hear that some delay has occurred in the arrangements re Major Brown. Please see that he is attacked as per arrangement tomorrow The coal-cellar, of course.
Suppose I had written to a student in Oxford, "You cannot have too many books, if they be good books;" and he had answered me, "Yes, for if I have many, I have no place to put them in but the coal-cellar." Would that in anywise affect the general principle that he could not have too many books? Or suppose he had written, "I must not have too many, they confuse my head."
There was quite a long paragraph, with a picture of me that looked like a Zulu chieftainess taken in a coal-cellar during a bad fog. Well, after that, what could anyone say against me? I'm a perfect prize! I expect Lady Underhill screamed with joy when she heard the news and went singing all over her Riviera villa." "Yes," said Freddie dubiously. "Yes, yes, oh, quite so, rather!"
It drank it with avidity, somewhat to my surprise. I had one or two little things to do in the garden after that, and when I came back Eliza said that the cat had become so very strange in its manner that she had thought it best to lock it in the coal-cellar. I went to look at it, and found it lying on its back, dead. It had a singularly happy expression on its face.
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