Fifty thousand pannier loads of devils--(not of the Archbishop of _Benevento's_, --I mean of _Rabelais's_ devils) with their tails chopped off by their rumps, could not have made so diabolical a scream of it, as I did--when the accident befel me: it summoned up my mother instantly into the nursery, --so that _Susannah_ had but just time to make her escape down the back stairs, as my mother came up the fore.

Fifty thousand pannier loads of devils with their tails chopped off could not have made so diabolical a scream, as I did when the accident befell me. It brought my mother instantly into the nursery, so that Susannah just had time to escape down the back stairs as my mother came up the front.
