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Book, page 151 / 204 And the boots went heavily away, along the passage and up some sounding stone stairs. 'Now then,' whispered Anthea. 'How the blue Moses did you get in?' asked the burglar, in a hoarse whisper of amazement. 'On the carpet,' said Jane, truly. 'Stow that,' said the burglar. 'One on you I could 'a' swallowed, but four--AND a yellow fowl.' 'Look here,' said Cyril, sternly, 'you wouldn't have believed any one if they'd told you beforehand about your finding a cow and all those cats in our nursery.' 'That I wouldn't,' said the burglar, with whispered fervour, 'so help me Bob, I wouldn't.' 'Well, then,' Cyril went on, ignoring this appeal to his brother, 'just try to believe what we tell you and act accordingly. It can't do you any HARM, you know,' he went on in hoarse whispered earnestness. 'You can't be very much worse off than you are now, you know. But if you'll just trust to us we'll get you out of this right enough. No one saw us come in. The question is, where would you like to go?' 'I'd like to go to Boolong,' was the instant reply of the burglar. 'I've always wanted to go on that there trip, but I've never 'ad the ready at the right time of the year.' 'Boolong is a town like London,' said Cyril, well meaning, but inaccurate, 'how could you get a living there?' The burglar scratched his head in deep doubt. 'It's 'ard to get a 'onest living anywheres nowadays,' he said, and his voice was sad.
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