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He walked down the street and looked at the few
shops there; he saw Captain Glanders at the window of the Reading-room,
and having taken a good stare at that gentleman, he wagged his head at
him in token of satisfaction; he inquired the price of meat at the
butcher's with an air of the greatest interest, and asked "when was next
killing day?" he flattened his little nose against Madame Fribsby's
window to see if haply there was a pretty workwoman in her premises; but
there was no face more comely than the doll's or dummy's wearing the
French cap in the window, only that of Madame Fribsby herself, dimly
visible in the parlour, reading a novel. That object was not of
sufficient interest to keep Mr. Foker very long in contemplation, and so
having exhausted the town and the inn stables, in which there were no
cattle, save the single old pair of posters that earned a scanty
livelihood by transporting the gentry round about to the county dinners,
Mr. Foker was giving himself up to ennui entirely, when a messenger from
Mr. Hobnell was at length announced.


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