" The little urchin set off, and presently returned with the sexton. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them. "Friends!" echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay. The area was sparsely populated. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see.
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