"Do not repine, my friends," said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. "Do not weep for me. It is chronic."


Martin Chuzzlewit, 9


Do not repine, my friends, said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. Do not weep for me. It is chronic.

Do not repine, my friends, said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. Do not weep for me. It is chronic.

Do not repine, my friends, said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. Do not weep for me. It is chronic.

Do not repine, my friends, said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. Do not weep for me. It is chronic.