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dressed in a frock of satin ,, yellow and black pattern ; her arm is so round and . white , that you can hardly discern where the long kid g love terminates . With her sits an ancient gentleman , possibly her father , and our Peregrine is near enough to the box to hear him call her Dorothy . She laughs with the children , when harlequin causes to the clown a tremendous thump , and
Peregrine fancies he hears little silver bells jingling in harmony . At last all is over ; down bangs the green curtain , and shuts out the land of faery . The people evacuate ,, and Peregrine is alone in the wide arena , staring at the now empty box . An urchin in the gallery rouses him from his dream by the application o ^ a rotten apple , and out he rushes , round to the portico , just in time
to see the beautiful girl handed , by the old gentleman , into a neat green chariot . Solitary and sad he wended home . When Gwenllian opened the door , and asked him what he would have for supper , he answered , ' Nothing , Dorothy / and rushed up to bed without a candle ; the old lady , in trying to follow him quick , fell all down the kitchen stairs .
The sleep of Master Peregrine Twist was that night much disturbed ,, and he awoke the next morning with a sad head-ache , anda little bit of a heart-ache . He was unhappy also on account of his poor Gwenllian , who waited upon him at breakfast , with brown paper , steeped in vinegar , tied to her nose . After breakfast , he sat sad and solitary : his books would not amuse him , nor his engraving's , nor his curiosities , nor anything that he had . If
he took up a pencil , it began to sketch the lovely face of Dorothy , a pen the same ; he saw it in the fire , in the clouds , and beaming out from the polished wainscot . At last , up he jumped and determined to walk , thinking that he might possibly meet her ; so he went as far as Whitechapel . Now , whilst he walked , it struck him that a little present of snuff , to which Gwenllian was
devotedly attached , might be a balm to her feelings ; for , to tell the truth , she had not been , since overnight , in the most amiable temper . This propitiatory offering , though very well meant , was not , perhaps , in the then existing state of her proboscis , excessively well chosen , but that did not strike Master Peregrine , so he bought an ounce of the very best high dried .
By the time Mr . P . Twist had reached home , the shades of a winter ' s evening had closed over him , and he sat in his room , lighted only by the blazing coal-fire . As he sat cogitating on various matters , all of which had for their centre piece the recollection of Dorothy , he determined to enhance the ( rifling
value of his present of snuff , b y enclosing it in an old box , which he turned over , with other articles , in the morning . So he went to an old cabinet , which contained many curious things p icked up in his travels , and took out the said snuff-box . It was a small one , oval , formed apparently of gold , and had on the top some characters engraved , which characters Peregrine , though sonie-
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848 The Magic Snuff-box :
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1834, page 848, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2640/page/30/
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