Hi! Tear, my lady!" said her master.
The cat leaped down and ripped at a bundle of rags with her tigerish claws, with a sound that it set my teeth on edge to hear.
"She'd do as much for any one I was to set her on," said the old man.
"I deal in cat-skins among other general matters, and hers was offered to me.

It's a very fine skin, as you may see, but I didn't have it stripped off! THAT warn't like Chancery practice though, says you!" He had by this time led us across the shop, and now opened a door in the back part of it, leading to the house-entry.

As he stood with his hand upon the lock, the little old lady graciously observed to him before passing out, "That will do, Krook.

You mean well, but are tiresome.

My young friends are pressed for time.