The Tenants of Malory, Volume 2Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan
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The Tenants of Malory, Volume 2
Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan
Mystery fiction
"Oh! sure and certain hope--yes, the resurrection, hey?"
"Yes, sir, there's only one thing troubles me--them poor little
children. I wouldn't care how soon I went if they was able to do for
themselves."
"They do that very early in London--girls especially; and you're giving
them such an excellent training--Sunday school--eh--and Church
Catechism, I see. The righteous are never forsaken, my excellent mother
used to tell me; and if the Catechism does not make little Miss
what's-her-name righteous, I'm afraid the rosy little rogue has a spice
of the devil in her."
"God forbid, sir."
"Amen, of course. I'm sure they're all right--I hope they are--for I'll
whip 'em both; I give you fair warning, on my honour, I will, if they
give me the least trouble."
"I'll be very careful, sir, and keep them out of the way," said the
alarmed Sarah Rumble.
"Oh! I don't care about _that_; _let_ 'em run about, as long as they're
good; I've no objection in life to children--quite the contrary--plump
little rogues--I like 'em--only, egad! if they're naughty, I'll turn 'em
up, mind."
Miss Rumble looked at him with as much alarm as if the threat had been
to herself.
He was grinning at her in return, and nodded once or twice sharply.
"Yes, ma'am, lollypops and sugar-candy when they're good; but, egad!
when they're naughty, ma'am, you'll hear 'em squalling."
Miss Rumble made an alarmed courtesy.
"'Gad, I forgot how cold this d----d town is. I say, you'll keep a fire
in my bed-room, please; lay on enough to carry me through the night, do
you mind?"
"Yes, sir."
"And poke this fire up, and put some more wood, or coal, on it; I don't
expect to be ever warm again--in _this_ world, eh?--ha, ha, ha! I
remember our gardener, when we were boys, telling me a story of a
preacher in a hard frost, telling his congregation that hell was a
terribly cold place, lest if he described what good fires they kept
there they'd all have been wishing to get into it. Did you ever know any
one, ma'am, of my name, _Dingwell_, before, eh? Where were you born?"
"London, sir, please."
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