"Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me. ” “I want you to turn me. Oh, cuss it!” “Eh?” “He said I would. Drive away the cat; throw that measure of gin through the window; and tell me why you've not so much as touched the packing-case for Lady Trafford, which I particularly desired you to complete against my return. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth.
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