A wedding procession turned the corner. I packed them with the other few things I owned. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. But I don't look for peace on this side the grave. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes.
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