Sits hours long, and cocks her ears at orders of applicants for drugs across the counter, and sometimes catches wind of a prescription, and consults her chemist, and thinks she 'll try it herself.

It's a basket of medicine bottles driven to Regent's Park pretty well every day.' 'Ha! Regent's Park!' exclaimed Victor, and shook at recollections of the district and the number of the house, dismal to him.

London buried the woman deep until a mention of her sent her flaring over London.

'A chemist's shop! She sits there ?' 'Mrs.Burman.

We pass by the shop.' 'She had always a turn for drugs .-- Not far from here, did you say?
And every day! under a green shade ?' 'Dear fellow, don't be suggesting ballads; we'll go now,' said Fenellan.
'It 's true it's like sitting on the banks of the Stygian waters.' He spied at an obsequious watch, that told him it was time to quit the office.
'You've done nothing ?' Victor asked in a tone of no expectation.
'Only to hear that her latest medical man is Themison.' 'Where did you hear ?' 'Across the counter of Boyle and Luckwort, the lady's chemists.