Behind another counter are four-and-twenty young men, in white
cravats, making the boxes. At the bottom of the shop are three elderly
accountants, posting the vast financial transactions accruing from the
Pill in three enormous ledgers. Over the door are my name, portrait, and
autograph, expanded to colossal proportions, and surrounded in flowing
letters, by the motto of the establishment, 'Down with the Doctors!'
Even Mrs. Wragge contributes her quota to this prodigious enterprise.
She is the celebrated woman whom I have cured of indescribable agonies
from every complaint under the sun. Her portrait is engraved on all the
wrappers, with the following inscription beneath it: 'Before she took
the Pill you might have blown this patient away with a feather. Look at
her now!!!' Last, not least, my dear girl, the Pill is the cause of my
finding my way to this house. My department in the prodigious Enterprise
already mentioned is to scour the United Kingdom in a gig, establishing
Agencies everywhere. While founding one of those Agencies, I heard of a
certain friend of mine, who had lately landed in England, after a long
sea-voyage. I got his address in London--he was a lodger in this house.
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