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Updated: May 16, 2025


"Do you know, Susie, Uncle Adrian has just got to take a pen and jab it into a piece of paper, and tchick! up comes a golden sovereign every time he does it." Susan turned her serene gaze on Adrian. "Do it now," she commanded. "I haven't got a pen," said he. "I'll fetch you one from Daddy's study," she said, sliding from Jaffery's knee. Both Jaffery and Adrian looked scared.

At that precise instant something seemed to flash dully before my eyes in a momentary gleam of starlight, a sharp tchick came to my ears, a few spots of what felt like hot rain spattered in my face, and the great savage, his knees doubling beneath him, reeled backward with a horrible groan and crashed to the sand, with Cupid's axe quivering in his brain, while the club, flying from his relaxed grasp, caught me on the left forearm, which I had instinctively flung up to defend myself, snapping the bone like a carrot, and then whirling over and catching me a blow upon the head that stretched me senseless.

So saying, and summing up the whole with a provoking wink, and such an interjectional tchick as men quicken a dull horse with, Petit Andre drew off to the other side of the path, and left the youth to digest the taunts he had treated him with, as his proud Scottish stomach best might.

"Let down shlip-rail th-there's good lad," added his master. "It's down," replied the other shortly. "Tchick tchick, Roderick," cried Frank, almost tumbling over his horse's head. At last they reached the house door. Mrs Watson came out, candle in hand. "How are you, Mrs Watson?" hiccupped her master.

'See you again, certainly.... And thanks once more. 'Tchick! said Carpenter. The next evening, after tea, John, Leonora, and Rose were in the drawing-room. Milly had run down to see her friend Cissie Burgess, having with fine cruelty chosen that particular night because she happened to know that Harry would be out. Ethel was invisible.

I never knew one of these legerdemain fellows, who pass their lives, as one may say, in dancing upon a tight rope, but what they came at length to caper at the end of one tchick." "My only concern is," said Trois Eschelles, looking upwards, "that the poor creature must die without confession."

"You have but to screw your pulley into yonder beam above the door, and pass the rope over it. I will keep the fellow in some conversation near the spot until you adjust the noose under his chin, and then " "And then we run up the rope," said Petit Andre, "and, tchick, our Astrologer is so far in Heaven that he hath not a foot on earth."

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