"Too late, master," replied the landlord of the Trumpeter, in a surly tone, for he did not much like the appearance of his customer; "just shut up shop. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. It is nothing at all for you to worry about. No, I thank you. “I’d sooner condemn you to Hell. "We'll see," returned the thief-taker. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay.
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