"When Tom shut up the house, mate, to go to rack, the beds was left, all made, like as if somebody was a-going to sleep in every bed. And if you was to walk through the bedrooms now, you'd see the ragged mouldy bedclothes a heaving and a heaving like seas. And a heaving and a heaving with what?" he says. "'Why, with the rats under 'em."
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Tom Tiddler's Ground by
Charles Dickens
The village street was like most other village streets: wide for its height, silent for its size, and drowsy in the dullest degree.
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Tom Tiddler's Ground by
Charles Dickens