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753 toppling down; then, several cucumbers shot up together; and, finally, the air was darkened by a shower of onions, turnip- radishes, and other small vegetables, which fell rolling and scattering, and bumping about, in all directions. As Kate rose from her seat, in some alarm, and caught her mother’s hand to run with her into the house, she felt herself rather retarded than assisted in her intention; and following the direction of Mrs Nickleby’s eyes, was quite terrified by the apparition of an old black velvet cap, which, by slow degrees, as if its wearer were ascending a ladder or pair of steps, rose above the wall dividing their garden from that of the next cottage, (which, like their own, was a detached building,) and was gradually followed by a very large head, and an old face, in which were a pair of most extraordinary grey eyes: very wild, very wide open, and rolling in their sockets, with a dull, languishing, leering look, most ugly to behold. ‘Mama!’ cried Kate, really terrified for the moment, ‘why do you stop, why do you lose an instant? Mama, pray come in!’ ‘Kate, my dear,’ returned her mother, still holding back, ‘how can you be so foolish? I’m ashamed of you. How do you suppose you are ever to get through life, if you’re such a coward as this? What do you want, sir?’ said Mrs Nickleby, addressing the intruder with a sort of simpering displeasure. ‘How dare you look into this garden?’ ‘Queen of my soul,’ replied the stranger, folding his hands together, ‘this goblet sip!’ ‘Nonsense, sir,’ said Mrs Nickleby. ‘Kate, my love, pray be quiet.’ ‘Won’t you sip the goblet?’ urged the stranger, with his head |
