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Title: Master Humphrey's clock
Year: 1840 (1840s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Cattermole, George, 1800-1868, ill Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, ill
Subjects: Gordon Riots, 1780
Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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nce, who claimedadmission into that secret society of Prentice Knights, and a free partici-pation in their rights, privileges, and immunities. Thereupon Mr. Tappertitflourished the bone again, and giving the other skull a prodigious rap on thenose, exclaimed Admit him ! At these dread words the prentice bowedonce more, and so withdrew as he had come. There soon appeared at the same door, two other prentices, having betweenthem a third, whose eyes were bandaged, and who was attired in a bag-wig,and a broad-skirted coat, trimmed with tarnished lace; and who was girdedwith a sword, in compliance with the laws of the Institution regulating theintroduction of candidates, which required them to assume this courtly dress,and kept it constantly in lavender, for their convenience. One of the conductorsof this novice held a rusty blunderbuss pointed towards his ear, and the othera very ancient sabre, with which he carved imaginary offenders as he camealong in a sanguinary and anatomical manner.
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As this silent group advanced, Mr. Tappertit fixed his hat upon his head.The novice then laid his hand upon his breast and bent before him. Whenhe had humbled himself sufficiently, the captain ordered the bandage to beremoved, and proceeded to eye him over. BiVKNABY RUDGE. 281 Ha ! said the captain, thoughtfully, when he had concluded this ordeal. Proceed. The long comrade read aloud as follows :— Mark Gilbert. Age, nineteen.Bound to Thomas Curzon, hosier, Golden Fleece, Aldgate. Loves Curzon sdaughter. Cannot say that Curzons daughter loves him. Should think itprobable. Curzon pulled his ears last Tuesday week. How ! cried the captain, starting. For looking at his daughter, please you, said the novice. Write Curzon down. Denounced, said the captain. Put a black crossagainst the name of Curzon. So please you, said the novice, thats not the worst—he calls his pren-tice idle dog, and stops his beer unless he works to his liking. He gives Dutchcheese, too, eating Cheshire sir, himsel

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