“I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you. “I have a special surprise for you, Lucia. It is to take place to-night. 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. "Where am I?" asked Spurlock. The children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. I believe it amused him.
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