I knew it was in vain to cry 'murder!' in the Mint,
so I had recourse to stratagem. The noise startled the apprentice, who instantly
suspended his labour, and gazed anxiously in the direction whence he supposed
it proceeded. ’
‘Melusine,’ repeated the old lady. "Zounds!" cried Kneebone, furiously. The thing is to get the patient on his feet. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he
tries to. Retribution has a queer way
of acting sometimes. I must provide for my safety. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray.
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