She'll be in such a rage! It'll be fun to hear her cursing and swearing.

We'd serve the same to every house in the row, but that would be more than we could get off with.

Come along.

Here's a rope to tie her door with first." I followed him, not without inward misgivings, which I kept down as well as I could.

I argued with myself, "_I_ am not doing it; I am only going with Peter: what business is that of anybody's so long as I don't touch the thing myself ?" Only a few minutes more, and I was helping Peter to tie the rope to the latch-handle of a poor little cottage, saying now to myself, "This doesn't matter.