” He said. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. His sword done with, he took up the bludgeon; balanced it in his hand; upon the points of his fingers; and let it fall with a smash, intentionally, upon the table. ” “Who cooked it all?” He asked. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. It’s a beautiful plant, but a tender one.
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