The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 209: what you’re looking at

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203 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. “Cause of the ’phoby.” “‘*Phoby be hanged !—the dog be no more mad nor you—he be only vicious.” ““’Thee hadst better go to the bone-doctor, down 7’ the lane. I tell thee,” repeated the man, “it be an ugly wound.” “Ugly or not, I have no time to go to no bone- doctors, not I. I’ve had worse bites nor this,” said the ruffian, “ and nothing never came on’em. What do you take ?”’ Coffee was ordered, and the master of the cellar, who secretly wished his customers anywhere but in his place, set about preparing it. Although dreadfully annoyed by their ill-timed visit, he was too prudent to show it. The fire was soon made to blaze cheerfully up, and the water began to give notice that it was boiling. Flin was in the act of pouring it from the large iron kettle into the coffee- pot, when he was startled by a loud crash and the sounc of falling glass. ‘What the devil’s that?” he demanded. It was poor Pepper, who had watched his oppor- tunity to spring through the window in the division between the rooms, and make his escape out of the place. The ruffian’s heart misgave him as he saw the little animal rush yelping up the steps: he felt that all was not so secure as he imagined. “ Well,” said one of the men, “ that 1s a go.” COniiclooecl SS (SO