Within, the hearth had been swept as if in preparation for us.

On the dirty table stood a milk-jug with a news-sheet folded and laid across its top, a half-loaf of bread, and a plate of meat--but of what kind we did not pause to examine.

It looked nauseous enough.

A brindled cat made a dash past us and upstairs.

Its unexpected charge greatly unsettled Mr.Trapp.
"It daunts me--I declare it do!" he confided hoarsely.