Mr. Snagsby is behind his counter in his grey coat and sleeves, inspecting an indenture of several skins which has just come in from the engrosser's, an immense desert of law-hand and parchment, with here and there a resting-place of a few large letters to break the awful monotony and save the traveller from despair. 
 finds Mr. Snagsby behind his counter in his grey coat and sleeves, inspecting an immense desert of parchment. 