Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. Soon the trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. But while there's life there's hope. " "Lord!—think of having sharks for neighbours? Every morning I'll take a dip into the lagoon. If they do, now and then, run away with a knocker, paint a sign, beat the watch, or huff a magistrate, they pay for their pastime, and that's sufficient. I hope we may never find her again. "Rather cramped, eh?" "Rather so, Sir," replied the other, altering his position. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails, and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded.
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