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I got rid ofthe them out of my hair, and then I sate The bread and , and I was soon

in spirits to look about eon-house in the

brewery-yard, which had been blown crooked on its pole by soeons think themselves at sea, if there

had been any pigeons there to be rocked by it But there were no pigeons

in the dove-cot, no horses in the stable, no pigs in the sty, no rains and beer in the copper or the vat

All the uses and scents of the brewery ht have evaporated with its

last reek of smoke In a by-yard, there was a wilderness of empty casks,

which had a certain sour re about

them; but it was too sour to be accepted as a saone,--and in this respect I re like

most others

Behind the furthest end of the brewery, was a rank garden with an old

wall; not so high but that I could struggle up and hold on long enough