I must find him out and buy a bottle.

Besides, I must call on my friend Parkhurst, the apothecary .-- You are a good girl, Patience, and I'll marry you as soon as the plague ceases." "I have something else to give you," rejoined Patience.

"This little bag contains a hazel-nut, from which I have picked the kernel, and filled its place with quicksilver, stopping the hole with wax.

Wear it round your neck, and you will find it a certain preservative against the pestilence." "Who told you of this remedy ?" asked Blaize, taking the bag.
"Your mother," returned Patience.
"I wonder I never heard of it," said the porter.
"She wouldn't mention it to you, because the doctor advised her not to put such matters into your head," replied Patience.

"But I couldn't help indulging you.