ANGEL PAVEMENT

with a magazine, voluptuously, like a
Mr, Pelumpton was just prevented in time from
a bid of twelve and six for a marble dock (out of order1

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and stayed at home, in Mrs, Pelumpton's way, Benen-
den, having dozed off, never knew it was there, For an
hour it was unceasing, and all the open spaces on the
hills, from Hampstead Heath on one side to Iimfe
don Common on the other, were thickly carpeted, and
everything in the City, except the busier roadways and
the gutters, was magically muled and whitened and
plumed with winter, just as if it had been some old ton
in a iairly-ta!e,