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The hotel on the Peak had the aspect of a fairy castle. 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. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. Perhaps she had found this new thing in life, the thing wonderful.
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