Master Humphrey's clock (1843) (14793430863)

Identifier: masterhumphreysc03dickrich (find matches)
Title: Master Humphrey's clock
Year: 1843 (1840s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Cattermole, George, 1800-1868 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882 Smith, William
Subjects: Gordon Riots, 1780 -- Fiction
Publisher: London, Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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I shut my eyes, and make-believeto slumber, he practises new learning softly ; but he keeps his eye on mo thewhile, and if he sees me laugh, though never so little, stops directly. He wontsurprise me till hes perfect. The raven crowed again in a rapturous manner which plainly said, Thoseare certainly some of my characteristics, and I glory in them. In the mean-time, Rarnaby closed the window and secured it, and coming to the fire-place,prepared to sit down with his face to the closet. But his mother preventedthis, by hastily taking that side herself, and motioning him towards the other. How pale you are to-night! said Barnaby, leaning on his stick. Wehave been cruel, Grip, and made her anxious ! , . Anxious in good truth, and sick at heart! The listener held the door ofhis hiding-place open with his hand, and closely watched her son. Grip—aliveto everything his master was unconscious of—had his head out of the basket,and in return was watching him intently with his glistening eye.
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He flaps his wings, said Barnaby, turning almost quickly enough to catchthe retreating form and closing door, as if there were strangers here; butGrip is wiser than to fancy that. Jump then ! BARNABY RUDGE. 29 Accepting this invitation with a dignity peculiar to himself, the bird hoppedup on his masters shoulder, from that to his extended hand, and so to theground. Barnaby unstrapping the basket and putting it down in a cornerwith the lid open, Grips first care was to shut it down with all possibledespatch, and then to stand upon it. BeHeving, no doubt, that he had nowrendered it utterly impossible, and beyond the power of mortal man, to shuthira up in it any more, he drew a great many corks in triumph, and uttereda corresponding number of hurrahs. Mother! said Barnaby, laying aside his hat and stick, and returningto the chair from which he had risen, Ill tell you where we have been to-day,and what we have been doing,—shall I ? She took his hand in hers, and holding it, nodded the w