"Uncle Copas pretended he was taking it away with him: or that was what I understood, and if he breaks an understanding it's _his_ affair." "I--I thought, dear, you might be hungry." "Well, and suppose I am ?" Corona, now she came to think of it, was ravenous.
"I've a slice of bread here, and a cold sausage.

If you'll wrap yourself up and come out, we can toast them both: the fire is still clear." "As if I should think of it!.

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And it's lucky for you, Daddy, the key's on your side of the door.