_Sable_:--"Ha, you! A little more upon the dismal (_forming their countenances_); this fellow has a good mortal look, place him near the corpse; that wainscoat face must be o' top of the stairs; that fellow's almost in a fright (that looks as if he were full of some strange misery) at the end of the hall.

So--but I'll fix you all myself.

Let's have no laughing now on any provocation."-- _The Funeral_, STEELE.
At one time I really hoped to make the acquaintance of the old miser of Walnut-tree Farm.

It was when we saved the life of his cat.
He was very fond of that cat, I think, and it was, to say the least of it, as eccentric-looking as its master.

One eye was yellow and the other was blue, which gave it a strange, uncanny expression, and its rust-coloured fur was not common either as to tint or markings.
How dear old Jem did belabour the boy we found torturing it! He was much older and bigger than we were, but we were two to one, which we reckoned fair enough, considering his size, and that the cat had to be saved somehow.