I was well sheltered from the rain, that fell pattering on my lid, and thus I started for the town, lying in this box, flat on my stomach, rocked by one wave, roughly shaken by another, at moments almost overturned; and through the half-opened door of my rattrap I saw, upside-down, the two little creatures to whom I had entrusted my fate, children of eight or ten years of age at the most, who, with little monkeyish faces, had, however, fully developed muscles, like miniature men, and were already as skilful as regular old salts.
"Madame Chrysantheme Complete"
Pierre Loti Last Updated: March 4, 2009
Her other sister-the one with a name like rattrap-doesn't gush, but her husband's going to stand for Stockport.
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