“Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames. Her knees almost sank beneath her as she raised the latch of the front door and looked out. ‘I am not in the least in a rage. It's a pity you wouldn't give me the prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home. Here he halted; and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. "Yes; and I hope you'll take ample vengeance upon him," said Quilt. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible.
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