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As I was loitering along the High Street, looking in disconsolately at

the shop s, and thinking what I would buy if I were a gentleman,

who should come out of the bookshop but Mr Wopsle Mr Wopsle had in

his hand the affecting tragedy of George Barnwell, in which he had that

every word of it on

the head of Pu to drink tea No sooner

did he see me, than he appeared to consider that a special Providence

had put a 'prentice in his way to be read at; and he laid hold ofhim to the Pumblechookian parlor As I

kneould be hts were dark and the

as dreary, and almost any coreat resistance; consequently, we turned into

Pu up

As I never assisted at any other representation of George Barnwell, I