The Library of fiction - or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character (1836) (14763104511)

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Title: The Library of fiction : or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character
Year: 1836 (1830s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Tugg's at Ramsgate Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Little talk about spring and the sweeps
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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FaA>. 88, Vol THE PLEASURE PARTY. 89 What was to be done ? This was a question more easily-asked than answered ; for Layers present position, though farfrom comfortable, was very preferable to any for which therewas the slightest chance of changing it; and in my feaisof thenext moment, I could not help fervently praying that the oxmight detain him where he was to all eternity ! A butcher who was passing, mounted the paling close to vvher;*the artist was held prisoner (we were at a short distance lowerdown); and he commenced rapping Layers on the hat with athick stick which he held in his hand ; but that gentleman wasparticularly engaged—his attention was wholly taken up—hepaid no regard to the call from above, which, increasing eachtime in force, soon beat in the crown of his hat, and promisedto do as much for the crown of the head that was below it. Look there! cried Snats. Hes the master: for in hisnervous delirium, it occurred to the author that the butcher wasthe owner of t