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‘
Then
shut
the
door
,
and
mind
the
shop
.
’
‘
Come
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
as
the
boy
retired
,
‘
things
are
not
quite
so
bad
as
you
would
have
me
believe
,
either
.
There
is
SOME
medicine
to
be
sent
out
.
’
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
peeped
into
the
shop
to
see
that
no
stranger
was
within
hearing
,
and
leaning
forward
to
Mr
.
Winkle
,
said
,
in
a
low
tone
—
‘
He
leaves
it
all
at
the
wrong
houses
.
’
Mr
.
Winkle
looked
perplexed
,
and
Bob
Sawyer
and
his
friend
laughed
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
see
?
’
said
Bob
.
‘
He
goes
up
to
a
house
,
rings
the
area
bell
,
pokes
a
packet
of
medicine
without
a
direction
into
the
servant
’
s
hand
,
and
walks
off
.
Servant
takes
it
into
the
dining
-
parlour
;
master
opens
it
,
and
reads
the
label
:
"
Draught
to
be
taken
at
bedtime
—
pills
as
before
—
lotion
as
usual
—
the
powder
.
From
Sawyer
’
s
,
late
Nockemorf
’
s
.
Physicians
’
prescriptions
carefully
prepared
,
"
and
all
the
rest
of
it
.
Shows
it
to
his
wife
—
she
reads
the
label
;
it
goes
down
to
the
servants
—
THEY
read
the
label
.
Next
day
,
boy
calls
:
"
Very
sorry
—
his
mistake
—
immense
business
—
great
many
parcels
to
deliver
—
Mr
.
Sawyer
’
s
compliments
—
late
Nockemorf
.
"
The
name
gets
known
,
and
that
’
s
the
thing
,
my
boy
,
in
the
medical
way
.
Bless
your
heart
,
old
fellow
,
it
’
s
better
than
all
the
advertising
in
the
world
.
We
have
got
one
four
-
ounce
bottle
that
’
s
been
to
half
the
houses
in
Bristol
,
and
hasn
’
t
done
yet
.
’
‘
Dear
me
,
I
see
,
’
observed
Mr
.
Winkle
;
‘
what
an
excellent
plan
!
’
‘
Oh
,
Ben
and
I
have
hit
upon
a
dozen
such
,
’
replied
Bob
Sawyer
,
with
great
glee
.
‘
The
lamplighter
has
eighteenpence
a
week
to
pull
the
night
-
bell
for
ten
minutes
every
time
he
comes
round
;
and
my
boy
always
rushes
into
the
church
just
before
the
psalms
,
when
the
people
have
got
nothing
to
do
but
look
about
’
em
,
and
calls
me
out
,
with
horror
and
dismay
depicted
on
his
countenance
.
"
Bless
my
soul
,
"
everybody
says
,
"
somebody
taken
suddenly
ill
!
Sawyer
,
late
Nockemorf
,
sent
for
.
What
a
business
that
young
man
has
!
"
’
At
the
termination
of
this
disclosure
of
some
of
the
mysteries
of
medicine
,
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
and
his
friend
,
Ben
Allen
,
threw
themselves
back
in
their
respective
chairs
,
and
laughed
boisterously
.
When
they
had
enjoyed
the
joke
to
their
heart
’
s
content
,
the
discourse
changed
to
topics
in
which
Mr
.
Winkle
was
more
immediately
interested
.
