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'Does it? replied the other pettishly. 'I am wet through. 'It doesn't take much to wet you and me through, Mr Crowl, said Newman, laying his hand upon the lappel of his threadbare coat. 'Well; and that makes it the more vexatious, observed Mr Crowl, in the same pettish tone.
"My dear Mrs. Crowl," said Denzil, removing his cigarette from his mouth with a pained air, "why reproach me for your neglect?" "My neglect! I like that!" "I don't," said Denzil more sharply. "If you had sent me in the bill you would have had the money long ago. How do you expect me to think of these details?" "We ain't so grand down here. People pays their way they don't get no bills" said Mrs.
In the morning she saw that the watering had greatly revived one half of the bed, and that all through the hot day they did not wilt, while the unwatered part looked very sick. Old Crowl also had seen the proceeding in the June twilight, and did not like it. "I must put a spoke in his wheel," he said.
Crowl had a metaphysical genius which sent his Sunday morning disciples frantic with admiration, and struck the enemy dumb with dismay. He had discovered, for instance, that the Deity could not move, owing to already filling all space. He was also the first to invent, for the confusion of the clerical, the crucial case of a saint dying at the Antipodes contemporaneously with another in London.
"My dear, my dear," put in Crowl, deprecatingly, looking up from his quadrupedal position like a sad dog, "you are not Cantercot's keeper." "Oh, ain't I?" flashed his spouse. "Who else keeps him, I should like to know?" Peter went on picking up the pieces of the Koh-i-noor. "I have no secrets from Mrs. Crowl," Denzil explained courteously.
'Who is that? demanded Mr Kenwigs, sharply. 'Don't be alarmed, it's only me, said Crowl, looking in, in his nightcap. 'The baby is very comfortable, for I peeped into the room as I came down, and it's fast asleep, and so is the girl; and I don't think the candle will set fire to the bed-curtain, unless a draught was to get into the room it's Mr Noggs that's wanted.
The nine brats expressed their disappointment by slapping one another on the staircases. Peter felt that Mrs. Crowl connected him in some way with the rainfall, and was unhappy. Was it not enough that he had been deprived of the pleasure of pointing out to a superstitious majority the mutual contradictions of Leviticus and the Song of Solomon?
It shocks one's sense of the Beautiful." Crowl ate his bread and cheese shamefacedly. "But what was the use of breaking your head to save him?" said Mrs. Crowl, with an unconscious pun. "He must be caught." "Ah, I don't see how the Useful does come in, now," said Peter, thoughtfully. "But I didn't think of that at the time."
"The Cause of the People," he murmured brokenly, "I believe in the Cause of the People. There is nothing else." "Peter, come in to tea, you'll catch cold," said Mrs. Crowl. Denzil went in to tea and Peter followed. Meantime, round the house of the Home Secretary, who was in town, an ever-augmenting crowd was gathered, eager to catch the first whisper of a reprieve.
They were bright, ill-mannered brats, who pestered their parents and worried their teachers, and were as happy as the Road was long. "Bother the school fees!" Peter retorted, vexed. "Mr. Cantercot's not responsible for your children." "I should hope not, indeed, Mr. Crowl," Mrs. Crowl said sternly. "I'm ashamed of you." And with that she flounced out of the shop into the back parlour.
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