. St. Nicholas [serial]. he advanced to her schoolmistress, and, hold-ing out her hands, cried : Miss Pennyback! Dear Miss Pennyback! But her words were \lost upon the lady sheaddressed. Miss Penny-back cast one anguished,terrified glance upon thestrange figures whichmet her eyes, threw upher arms, uttered apiercing shriek, and fellfainting to the floor. > J All this happened in the space of six seconds. Chapter XII. FLIP OF THE ODD DISTINGUISHES HIMSELF. Oh, dear! oh, dear ! cried Lucy, wringingher hands. What is to be done now ? Richard III appeared to have anticipated thequestion, and sh
. St. Nicholas [serial]. he advanced to her schoolmistress, and, hold-ing out her hands, cried : Miss Pennyback! Dear Miss Pennyback! But her words were \lost upon the lady sheaddressed. Miss Penny-back cast one anguished,terrified glance upon thestrange figures whichmet her eyes, threw upher arms, uttered apiercing shriek, and fellfainting to the floor. > J All this happened in the space of six seconds. Chapter XII. FLIP OF THE ODD DISTINGUISHES HIMSELF. Oh, dear! oh, dear ! cried Lucy, wringingher hands. What is to be done now ? Richard III appeared to have anticipated thequestion, and showed himself ready to answerit before it was asked. The moment Miss Pen-nyback fell to the floor he dragged the Heads-man forward and, pointing to the unconsciouslady, hissed fiercely in his ear: She lieth in a splendid position. This isyour opportunity. Off with her head! 328 A COMEDY IN WAX. 329 Then Mme. Tussaud darted forth, and, ex-tending her magic cane, cried in a stern voice: Dare but to raise your ax and you are. the kitchen-stair door was slowly opened. doomed ! And you also, Richard. Have younot committed murders enough, that you shouldthirst for more ? Back, back to your cornerat once, you bloodthirsty king! Back, I say ! Vol. XXXI.—42. In sullen silence Richard III and the Heads-man slowly retreated to the extreme end of thekitchen, as they had been commanded to do. Foiled again, RichardThree, Tom Thumb called out. You re not to be trusted forone solitary minute, and I reckonyou 11 be tarred and featheredbefore you reach the end of yourrope. If you had been raised inmy country, a free and enlight-ened republic would have boundup your wounds for you in away that would have consider-ably astonished you — yes, sir! So this is your governess, mydear, said Mme. Tussaud toLucy. Yes, maam. And she is sofond of telling tales! We will give her somethingto worry over, said Mme. Tus-saud, laughing, as she touchedMiss Pennyback with her magiccane. When she wakes it willpuz
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