Five shillings. Cosy curtains. Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtains. The lacquey, mindful of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his bell but feebly: --Bang! Bang of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their dash. You acquired some, Dilly claimed, seeking in his eyes. The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.