“What are you doing here? How dare you come to my
rooms!”
The man stepped into the middle of the room. “Just fine. Having worked thus for another quarter of an hour without being sensible of
fatigue, though he was half stifled by the clouds of dust which his exertions
raised, he had made a hole about three feet wide, and six high, and uncovered the
iron bar. 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. Only the next of kin.
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