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The miserable shop of the wood-sawyer was so small, that its

whole surface furnished very indifferent space for this legend.

He had got somebody to scrawl it up for him, however, who had

squeezed Death in with most inappropriate difficulty. On his

house-top, he displayed pike and cap, as a good citizen must, and

in a window he had stationed his saw inscribed as his "Little

Sainte Guillotine"--for the great sharp female was by that time

popularly canonised. His shop was shut and he was not there,

which was a relief to Lucie, and left her quite alone.