"Patience has made me a pomander-ball composed of angelica, rue, zedoary, camphor, wax, and laudanum, which I have hung round my neck with a string.

Then I have got a good-sized box of rufuses, and have swallowed three of them preparatory to the journey." "A proper precaution," observed Hodges, with a smile.
"This is not all," replied Blaize.

"By my mother's advice, I have eaten twenty leaves of rue, two roasted figs, and two pickled walnuts for breakfast, washing them down with an ale posset, with pimpernel seethed in it." "Indeed!" exclaimed Hodges.

"You must be in a pretty condition for a journey.

But how could you bear to part with your mother and Patience ?" "The parting from Patience _was_ heart-breaking," replied Blaize, taking out his handkerchief, and applying it to his eyes.