The Channings by Mrs. Henry Wood
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with 'em?"
"Come, that's good!" exclaimed Bywater, in too genuine a tone to admit a suspicion of its truth. "I have not been near your knife-box; I have not put my foot inside the door." In point of fact, Bywater had not. He had stood outside, bending his head and body inwards, his hands grasping either door-post. "What's gone with 'em? who 'as took 'em off? I'll swear I put 'em there, and I have never looked at 'em nor touched 'em since! There's an infamous conspiracy forming against me! I'm going to be blowed up, like Guy Fawkes!" "If you did put them there--'_if_,' you know--some of your friends must have taken them," cried Bywater, in a tone midway between reason and irony. "There haven't a soul been nigh the place," shrieked Ketch. "Except the milk, and he gave me my ha'porth through the winder." "Hurrah!" said Bywater, throwing up his trencher. "It's a clear case of dreams. You dreamt you had a second pair of keys, Ketch, and couldn't get rid of the impression on awaking. Mr. Ketch, D.H., Dreamer-in-chief to Helstonleigh!" Bywater commenced an aggravating dance. Ketch was aggravated sufficiently without it. "What d'ye call me?" he asked, in a state of concentrated temper that turned his face livid. "'D?' What d'ye mean by |
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