Yes, in summer especially, the mews
is a serious nuisance.
Arthur Clennam came to a squeezed house, with a ramshackle bowed front, little dingy windows, and a little dark area like a damp waistcoat-pocket, which he found to be number twenty-four, Mews
Street, Grosvenor Square.
A milk boy, passing on his way to the dairy, happened to walk down the lane which leads from the mews
at the back of the hotel.
The wonder was, at first, to see a tradesman's window open, but it was a rare thing soon to see one closed; then, smoke rose slowly from the chimneys, and sashes were thrown up to let in air, and doors were opened, and servant girls, looking lazily in all directions but their brooms, scattered brown clouds of dust into the eyes of shrinking passengers, or listened disconsolately to milkmen who spoke of country fairs, and told of waggons in the mews
, with awnings and all things complete, and gallant swains to boot, which another hour would see upon their journey.
While Tom Kitten was left alone under the floor of the attic, he wriggled about and tried to mew
I would go out into the streets to fight with my delusion, and prowling women would mew
after me; furtive, craving men glance jealously at me; weary, pale workers go coughing by me with tired eyes and eager paces, like wounded deer dripping blood; old people, bent and dull, pass murmuring to themselves; and, all unheeding, a ragged tail of gibing children.
As for mercenary forces (which is the help in this case), all examples show, that whatsoever estate or prince doth rest upon them, he may spread his feathers for a time, but he will mew
them soon after.
Suddenly, faint but distinct, sounded an unmistakable mew
under the box.
He was lying there with his eyes closed; but when I bent over him he opened them and gave a pitiful little mew
; or rather his mouth made the motion of a mew
, for he was too weak to utter a sound.
If them would only purr for "yes" and mew
for "no," or any rule of that sort,' she had said, 'so that one could keep up a conversation
Well, on the night of the murder I also heard the cry of the Bete du bon Dieu outside; and yet she was on my knees, and did not mew
once, I swear.
says the cat, Quack-quack says the duck, Bow-wow-wow says the dog