As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. ‘Anyhow, never mind that now. The chief of these was a figure of Liberty, with a cat at her feet, in allusion to the supposed origin of the fortunes of its former founder, Sir Richard Whittington. “No, Lucy, it isn’t fine and I am sorry. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die.
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