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she repeated; "I see his horns" and sure enough, by the 

 flicker of the dull fire-light there appeared protruding from 

 the cranny a long pair of waving antennoe. Dolly, eager to 

 be assured that it was the cricket's self, caught a candle from 

 the mantel-shelf, lighted, and held it under the grate opposite 

 the cavity. Its occupant was not dislodged, because probably 

 it was afraid to advance, and had no retreating passage in its 

 rear ; so motionless it sat, staring at the light or its examiner, 

 who screamed with at least equal terror on discovery of what 

 it was. It was no cricket, after all, but a dark brother of the 

 same order one of those broad, flat-bodied, night-loving, all- 

 devouring, all-polluting, ill-scented creatures, the objects, as 

 we have seen, of Mrs. Dove's especial hate and horror. 



" It's only a cockroach," said I. " Only ! dear," returned 

 Dolly. " You may call it a cockroast ; but I knows it well; 

 'tis a black beadle one of the very same I saw when I was 

 a girl at Mortiplume's, and never since. There they came by 

 hundreds, and that was bad enough; but here, in this poor 

 old house, it has come ~by one, and that's worse, for it's sure for 

 certain to be the forerunner of a death, here, in the family, or 

 not far off." "Nonsense, Dolly," said I; " it's not come to 

 foretell death, but to pick up its own living, the crumbs, 

 perhaps, at our tea-time ; for it's as fond, every bit, of bread 

 and butter as your own cricket ; but I'll read to you after 

 tea all about it, and show you its picture, or Lucy shall, in 

 one of Uncle's books. I'll go and fetch it before it's quite 



