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Mowgli called. "H'sh! We roll his skull here before mid-day!" Gray Brother answered. "Back! Back and wait! Man does not eat Man!" Mowgli shrieked. "Who was a wolf but now? Who drove the knife at me for thinking he might be Man?" said Akela, as the four wolves turned back sullenly and dropped to heel. "Am I to give reason for all I choose to, do?" said Mowgli furiously. "That is Man!
"H'sh I'll call him again." No answer came to the first nor to the second summons after a third, equally unproductive, Spurge looked at his companions with a scared face. "That's a queer thing, guv'nors!" he muttered. "Can't believe as how our Jim 'ud ever desert a post. He promised me faithfully as how he'd stick here like grim death until I came back.
'Yes, beautiful, dear, said both girls. 'Go away! said Frau Ebermann. 'Go home to your father and mother! Their faces grew grave at once. 'H'sh! We can't, whispered the eldest. 'There isn't anything left. 'All gone, a boy echoed, and he puffed through pursed lips. 'Like that, uncle told me. Both cows too. 'And my own three ducks, the boy on the girl's lap said sleepily.
"Is that you, Monsieur de Pepicot?" I asked. "H'sh," he replied in a whisper, closing the door carefully. "Don't disturb the slumbers of the household. You are very wakeful." "No more so than you are, it seems," I said. "That is true. I often suffer from sleeplessness, and I find a walk is the thing to put me right."
'H'sh! says my father, and the reading is resumed. Perhaps the woman who came along the path was of tall and majestic figure, which should have shown my mother that I had contrived to start my train without her this time. But it did not. 'What are you laughing at now? says my sister severely. 'Do you not hear that she was a tall, majestic woman?
"He did," ses George, "wot there was of 'em; but wot about you?" "Me?" ses Gerty, drawing her 'ead back and staring at 'im. "Why, 'ave you forgot that cigar already, George?" George opened 'is mouth, but 'e couldn't speak a word. He sat looking at 'er and making a gasping noise in 'is throat, and fortunately just as 'e got 'is voice back the curtain went up agin, and everybody said, "H'sh!"
Pretty stuck her 'ead out. "H'sh!" she ses, in a whisper. "Go away." "I want to see Bob," ses Dicky Weed. "You can't see 'im," ses Mrs. Pretty. "I'm getting 'im to bed. He's been shot, pore dear. Can't you 'ear 'im groaning?" We 'adn't up to then, but a'most direckly arter she 'ad spoke you could ha' heard Bob's groans a mile away. Dreadful, they was. "There, there, pore dear," ses Mrs. Pretty.
On an evening after my mother had gone to bed, the first chapter would be brought upstairs, and I read, sitting at the foot of the bed, while my sister watched to make my mother behave herself, and my father cried H'sh! when there were interruptions.
"I am a very poor man," he sobbed. "I never had spirit enough to run out into the middle of the room. H'sh! I mustn't tell you anything. Can't you hear, Rikki-tikki?" Rikki-tikki listened.
"Santa Madonna! Santa Madonna!" The boy rocked himself to and fro. He began to invoke the Madonna and the saints. He was beside himself, was almost like one mad. "Gaspare in the name of God !" "H'sh!" Suddenly the boy kept still. His face changed, hardened. His body became tense. With his hand still held up in a warning gesture, he crept to the edge of the barn and looked round it. "What is it?"
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