Mad: A Story of Dust and AshesFenn, George Manville
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Mad: A Story of Dust and Ashes
Fenn, George Manville
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"Ah, then, _mechant chien_, bad tog, how I have looked for you!" she
cried. "Why do you steal down here? There, there, there!" and each
word was followed by a blow, while the wretched little animal lay
cowering and yelping on the ground, till, lifted by its ears, the skin
seemed drawn out of place, the eyes elongated, and the poor brute, now
silent, the most abject specimen of canine misery imaginable.
There was a quick step behind the woman, and, as if surprised, she
started, and turned to gaze at the evil face behind her, for the man had
stepped close to the entrance-door.
"Ah! Meester Jarker, but you did frighten me. My bad tog he runs away.
What shall I do wis him?"
The man looked keenly at the speaker, and slowly drew a large
clasp-knife, which he opened, and the woman could hardly repress a
shudder as there in the dim light she saw him run his thumb along the
edge.
"Ah, yes!" she said with a half-laugh; "he deserves, but I cannot spare
him; I must teach him better than to come into uzzer people's house. I
look everywhere before I think of dis cellar."
The man did not speak, but glanced first at the mistress, then at the
dog, and then at his knife and the great butt, and then involuntarily
his suspicious looks turned to the dark arch of the inner cellar, when
once more their eyes met in a long penetrating stare.
"I once knowed somethin' as got its throat cut for coming into this here
cellar. I ain't sure, but I think that 'ere was a dawg," growled the
man.
"O yes, he must not come any more, Meester Jarker; but you will not cut
my troat. O, no," laughed the woman jeeringly, as sending her dog on
first, and fixing her eyes upon the man, she slowly backed out of the
cellar. "O, no, for we will both be good and come no more."
As she slowly made her way to the cellar-stairs, the man stood looking
after her; but as she mounted them he followed softly, and listened till
he heard her rustle along the passage, when he slipped through the
cellar and caught sight of her from the rusty grating as she crossed the
court, when he once more went back to the dark arch and looked about
him.
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