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She was pressed against bony ribs; a rough arm squeezed her wretchedly; long, poky fingers tortured her flank; her legs draggled dismally. She voiced protest in a plaintive, piercing, long- drawn "Mi-aow!" Clout! Ah, Rose! Pretty, foolish Rose as our older school again would have written why did you entertain sensuous dreams when you should have been stirring? "Mi-aow!" Clout! Too late, Rose!
But I won't have tea, if you please. Won't have tea. I drink milk milk. A lot of milk. I'm a great milk-drinker." The Rose wriggled. George thumped the basket. "As soon as you like, Mrs. Pinner. As quick as you like!" Mrs. Pinner closed the door; the Rose advertised her feelings in a long, penetrating mi-aow. In an agony of strained listening George held his breath. But Mrs.
Pinner to the door. "That you, thank you. I have everything now. I will ring if " "Mi-aow!" "Bless my soul!" Mrs. Pinner exclaimed. "There is a cat"; dropped on hands and knees; pushed her head beneath the sofa. George rushed for the basket. Wreaking his craven alarm upon the hapless prisoner, he shook it; with a horrible bump slammed it upon the floor; placed his foot upon it. Mrs.
Fletcher's outhouses; at nine the villain is tramping the railway platform, in agony lest his burden shall mi-aow; at ten the monster is at Dippleford Admiral; at eleven the traitor is asleep in the bedroom of an inn, the agitated Rose uneasily slumbering upon his bed. Terror At Dippleford Admiral. "Impress your client," was the maxim of Mr. David Brunger.
Too late, Rose! Too late! "Mi-aow!" Clout! Ah, Rose, Rose! He is outside now. "Shut up, you fat idiot!" he hisses. Squeezing her yet more villainously with one arm, with the other he draws down the sash. Through the gate, into the lane, over the stream, down the ride, into the copse up to the hut. The outer door hangs grinningly upon its hinges.
"Mi-aow!" spoke the Rose penetrating, piercing. Mrs. Pinner cocked her head on one side; looked under the table. "I declare I thought I heard a cat," she puzzled. "In this very room." George felt perfectly certain that his hair was standing bolt upright on the top of his head, thrusting at right angles to the sides. He forced his alarmed face to smile: "A cock crowing in the yard, I think, Mrs.
"Oh, if that biscuit'll only last till she gets through praying!" "Hush-sh! She's looking this way." Miss Cardrew began to read. She had read just four verses, when— "Miaow!" Gypsy and Joy were trying very hard to find the place. Miss Cardrew looked up and around the room. It was quite still. She read two verses more. "Mi-aow! mi-aow-aow!"
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