’ He reddened a little, and shuffled his feet. "I will bear the body. If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. 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. A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish.
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