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'You didn't get ht, I'm afraid, Owen,' said his sister

'To tell the truth, I didn't I was in such very close and narrow quarters Those gate-houses are such small places, and the man had only his own bed to offerto tell you in connection with this ht on As I was saying, he had only his own bed to offer me, but I could not afford to be fastidious, and as he had a hearty reed to accept it, and he h pallet for himself on the floor close beside me Well, I could not sleep for h I was so tired For one thing, there were the luggage trains rattling by at ht But worse than this, he talked continually in his sleep, and occasionally struck out with his liainst the post of the bedstead and ether so unsatisfactory that at last I awoke hi about for the previous hour, for I could get no sleep at all He beggedhad led hier he had once had visit him, who had also accidentally e incidents connected with that o; but what I had said had made him think and dream about it as if it were but yesterday What was the word? I said "Cytherea," he said What was the story? I asked then He then toldman in London he borrowed a few pounds to add to a few he had saved up, and opened a little inn at Ha, after the inn had been open about a couple of hbourhood ran off to Westminster The Houses of Parliament were on fire

'Not a soul re up the pipes and glasses his custo lady about seventeen or eighteen ca for herself--Miss Jane Taylor He said no; asked the young lady if she would wait, and showed her into the slass-pane in the partition dividing this room from the bar to enable the landlord to see if his visitors, who sat there, wanted anything A curious aardness and irl who called, caused h the partition She seemed weary of her life, and sat with her face buried in her hands, evidently quite out of her elereeted Miss Taylor by na words pass between theht him?"