Tom Tiddler's Ground, Charles Dickens [rainbow fish read aloud .txt] 📗

Mr. Traveller having finished his breakfast and paid his moderatescore, walked out to the threshold of the Peal of Bells, and, thencedirected by the pointing finger of his host, betook himself towardsthe ruined hermitage of Mr. Mopes the hermit.

For, Mr. Mopes, by suffering everything about him to go to ruin, andby dressing himself in a blanket and skewer, and by steeping himselfin soot and grease and other nastiness, had acquired great renown inall that country-side--far greater renown than he could ever havewon for himself, if his career had been that of any ordinaryChristian, or decent Hottentot. He had even blanketed and skeweredand sooted and greased himself, into the London papers. And it wascurious to find, as Mr. Traveller found by stopping for a newdirection at this farm-house or at that cottage as he went along,with how much accuracy the morbid Mopes had counted on the weaknessof his neighbours to embellish him. A mist of home-brewed marv