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Yeobright now murmured a few words to her son, who crossed the room to the pantry-door, striking his head against the mistletoe as he passed, and brought the mummers beef and bread, cake pastry, mead, and elder-wine, the waiting being done by him and his mother, that the little maid-servant might sit as guest. The mummers doffed their helmets, and began to eat and drink.
Go at once, then, Franklin, for a smith, and let him put a massive bolt on the pantry-door, and I will be jailer of Monfort Hall in future, in your absence, for I am quite sure some one was trying that lock last night. I came to the dining-room for water just before daylight, and heard it distinctly."
It is easy to point to occurrences which seem to prove this, to experiments which seemed fruitless, to plans adopted only to be laid aside, to new modes that were heralded with great flourish of trumpets, and shuffled ignominiously out through the pantry-door. But every science and every art has had its empirical age, and every age has its empiricists.
I was standing at the pantry-door, and saw him distinctly, and he nodded to me, and called something, but I could not hear what it was at that distance." "Where was Charity at that time, Mrs. Austin?" "Cleaning the house, Miss Miriam hard at work in the parlors, washing windows this is her cleaning-day, you know." "And cook, what was she about?"
"Saunders!" cried the hearty voice of Captain Truck, who had taken possession of what he called his throne in the cabin. All the steward's elegant diction and finish of demeanour vanished at the well-known sound, and thrusting his head out of the pantry-door, he gave the prompt ship-answer to a call, "Ay, ay, sir!"
A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, but I thought of that snob in the parlor, and pressed on to the pantry-door. "Susie," said I, very softly, trying to open it "Susie, I must speak to you. Let me in." The more I tried to open the door the more firmly she held it. "Do go along with you, cousin John," she answered. "I can't, Susie. I want to see you a minute." "See me? Oh, what a wicked fellow!
His back was no sooner turned, than Ferret, who had been peeping from behind the pantry-door, ventured to rejoin the company; pronouncing with a smile, or rather grin, of contempt, "Hey-day! what precious mummery is this? What, are we to have the farce of Hamlet's ghost?" "Adzooks," cried the captain, "My kinsman Tom has dropped astern hope in God a-has not bulged to, and gone to bottom."
"A mouse!" inquired Sampson disdainfully. "Where? Up your sleeve? Don't come to me: go t' a sawbones and have your arm cut off. I've seen 'em mutilate a pashint for as little." Maxley said it was not up his sleeve, worse luck. On this Alfred hazarded a conjecture. "Might it not have gone down his throat? Took his potato-trap for the pantry-door. Ha! ha!"
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