Penny Blood Serial Cover — page 134: what you’re looking at

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126 ALFRED DE ROSANN. “T told you we should not be long, and that I was certain of finding the way,” said he, as they stopped at the cottage door. ‘“ But hark! there is a songster within.”’ De Rosann listened; and the following words, chaunted by a female voice far from disagreeable, met his ears:— ‘¢ Here’s the goblet, whence his lip Deigned my humble wine to sip, Forgotten never !?’— ‘¢ Mother, you will keep it ever, Will keep it ever !’’* “?Tis the Souvenirs du Peuple,’’-whispered. Al- fred, as the last syllables of the above lines died away into silence: “ we shall have admirers of Napoleon in these humble walls.”’ ‘ Let us eat first; and the sweet chorister shall make us melody afterwards,’”’ returned Belle-Rose, as he knocked at the door. ‘“ Hntrez—entrez,’’ cried a harsh voice; and the invitation was immediately accepted. Our travellers found themselves in a room of some dimensions, miserably furnished, and almost suffo- cated with smoke, which emanated from an immense hearth where a large cauldron of soup was simmering over a dull fire. In the chimney-corner sate an old woman of a forbidding aspect. Her bleared eyes emitted a scalding rheum; her nose was filled with snuff, and her breath smelt of tobacco and garlic. She was bent almost double with extreme age; and when she muttered a few words of welcome to our hero and Belle-Rose, they recognised the harsh voice which had bade them enter the cottage. At a little distance from this hag, whom we might liken to one of the witches in Macbeth, stood a girl of about four- teen years of age. She was tall and well-formed, * The entire song is published in Part V. of ‘ Pickwick Abroad.” EORMICLOCKSa(EO)