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"But how can I get through the little mouse-hole in the floor?" asked Hjalmar. "Leave me to manage that," said Ole-Luk-Oie. "I will soon make you small enough." And then he touched Hjalmar with his magic wand, whereupon he became less and less, until at last he was not longer than a little finger. "Now you can borrow the dress of the tin soldier. I think it will just fit you.
Hast thou kept close watch? It behoves us to know that, before giving the alarm." "On my soul," said Pearson, "I have watched as closely as a cat at a mouse-hole. It is beyond possibility that any thing could have eluded our vigilance, or even stirred within the house, without our being aware of it." "'Tis well," said Cromwell; "thy services shall not be forgotten, Pearson.
After examining the different gaps in the wall, he fixed on one which seemed to be the most frequented, and laid himself down close to it, in the attitude of a cat watching a mouse-hole. He next scraped small hollow in the ground, to form a kind of screen. Now and then he stopped to listen, or take a cautious peep into the field.
"Now we'll have a look at the mouse-hole," he said, and went right into the mountain. There he found a giant sitting by a huge fire, making an iron bar red-hot. "Good day, good day," said the soldier, stretching out his hand. "Good day to you," said the giant, giving him the red-hot iron bar. Cask took the iron and pressed it so hard that it hissed.
The noise awoke Peter Measel, and when we had finished making fools of ourselves I walked over to discover what he was saying. He was praying aloud nasally through the mouse-hole for us, not himself. I looked at my watch. It was two hours past midnight. "You fellows," I said, "it's Sunday. The martyred biped has just waked up and remembered it.
According to him, that big, drowsy fellow always slept with one eye open, like a cat lying in wait before a mouse-hole. And now here was Eugene spending entire evenings in the yellow drawing-room, and devoting himself to those same grotesque personages whom he, Aristide, had so mercilessly ridiculed.
He saw that the chancellor was watching Grumbach as a cat watches a mouse-hole. Grumbach brought forth a bulky wallet. The edges of Bank of England notes could be seen, of fat denominations. "Here it is, your Excellency; a little ragged, but readable still." The chancellor went over it carefully. "Herr Captain, do you know this compatriot?" "We fought side by side in the American war.
'I have been in a mouse-hole and in a snail-shell and down a cow's throat and in the wolf's belly; and yet here I am again, safe and sound. 'Well, said they, 'you are come back, and we will not sell you again for all the riches in the world.
"Bekaise, sir, sooner than you should breathe mind, breathe's the word one syllable against Buck English, I'd recommend you to go into the mouse-hole I spoke of, and never show your face out of it agin. I an' everybody knows me, an' likes me, too, I hope I meek hem! throth I do make it a point never to name him at all, barrin' when I can't help it. Nobody knows anything about him, they say.
"I mind settin' as still as a cat at a mouse-hole," says he, "for ten min't or a quarter of an hour at a time, on and off, and then a stretchin' o' my legs in the yard. Ah! I was somethin' glad when that wuz finished, that I was! Tired! Lor! I niver knowed as dewin' narthen' would tire ye like that. The picter was sold at Mr. FitzGerald's sale, and bought by Billy Hynes o' Bury St. Edmunds.
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