"What have you been doing here? What have you been pouring out of window?"
"I pouring out of window! Nothing, I swear! Never, since I have been here!" cries the lodger.
And yet look here--and look here! When he brings the candle here, from the corner of the window-sill, it slowly drips and creeps away down the bricks, here lies in a little thick nauseous pool.
"This is a horrible house," says Mr. Guppy, shutting down the window. "Give me some water or I shall cut my hand off."

"What have you been pouring out of the window?"
"Nothing, I swear!" cries Weevle.
And yet look here! It slowly drips and creeps away down the bricks, and lies in a little thick nauseous pool.
"This is a horrible house," says Mr. Guppy, shutting down the window. "Give me some water or I shall cut my hand off."
