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and he pulled up short, for, instinctively, he knew that
Then the pair of us were racing up the stairs madly for
arrived before the Abbey Inn, now plunged in darkness,
but of his occupation I became assured at the moment that
and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
by this device and that, I finally achieved my purpose
until a slight movement betrayed the fact that my first
it with the character of the man as depicted by the local
wall. He staggered down again; his remarkable physical
the weeds, I knew not whether to ascribe to good luck or
for tobacco was something quite extraordinary. After tobacco,
No one; but about half an hour later Sir Burnham came