It appeared to Mr. Frey that poking around the fireplace did not give him any more satisfaction and did not uncover any answers as to why it had spat out this dusty creature on his rug. All it did produce was a hissing cloud of smoke.
"Yes? Does not look it. Looks like poverty with a varnish of soot," he sneered.
One had to admit that he was behaving wretchedly right now.
Victor stood up and winced. Black dots danced around his field of vision.
"Alright, what are you going to London for anyway? Surely it can not be so important?" he deigned to ask. What could a little girl want in town on her own? Little girls ought to play with dolls.
"And stay off the fireplace, will you? It's broken."
Victor sighed again and scanned the gloomy hut for a drink that wasn't stale wine. Alas, it seemed he'd neglected water in his nightly indulgence. Now he resigned himself to thirst—he was certain a sip from the wine bottle would only make him retch.
"Yes? Does not look it. Looks like poverty with a varnish of soot," he sneered.
One had to admit that he was behaving wretchedly right now.
Victor stood up and winced. Black dots danced around his field of vision.
"Alright, what are you going to London for anyway? Surely it can not be so important?" he deigned to ask. What could a little girl want in town on her own? Little girls ought to play with dolls.
"And stay off the fireplace, will you? It's broken."
Victor sighed again and scanned the gloomy hut for a drink that wasn't stale wine. Alas, it seemed he'd neglected water in his nightly indulgence. Now he resigned himself to thirst—he was certain a sip from the wine bottle would only make him retch.
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