. Lucy and Their Majesties, a comedy in wax . myself, with my ead under the bed-clothes so as they should nt ear me, ; Be-linda, sez I, look out. The blood-sprinkledruffyungs is a-thustin for yer blood. Withthat, I crep out o bed, and ketched old ofa rope. While I wos a-doin of it, I eerd emoutside comin closer, and closer, and closer,and my eart ceased to beat. I felt as ifbuckets o cold water wos runnin down myback. Oh, mum, their footsteps sounded likethe panters in a Hindyen jingle! Afore theycould spring on me, I throwed the rope outo the winder, and eld on to it like grim ,
. Lucy and Their Majesties, a comedy in wax . myself, with my ead under the bed-clothes so as they should nt ear me, ; Be-linda, sez I, look out. The blood-sprinkledruffyungs is a-thustin for yer blood. Withthat, I crep out o bed, and ketched old ofa rope. While I wos a-doin of it, I eerd emoutside comin closer, and closer, and closer,and my eart ceased to beat. I felt as ifbuckets o cold water wos runnin down myback. Oh, mum, their footsteps sounded likethe panters in a Hindyen jingle! Afore theycould spring on me, I throwed the rope outo the winder, and eld on to it like grim , sez I to myself between my clenchedteeth, its now or never. Yer life angs upona thread. Hindi by hinch I clum s ow I escaped, mum. Oh, Belinda, did you hear Molly and Ma-ria scream? Scream, mum! They curdled my minute I eerd em I said to myself, Be-linda, save em! Wot did I do but clum upthe rope agin, but alas! it wos not to be. Therope broke in the middle afore I wos arf-wayup, and there I wos, transfixed in the Scream, mum! They curdled my marrer THE EW YORKPUBLIC LIBRARY
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