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dismal houses (in nuht the s of the sets of chambers into which those houses were

divided were in every stage of dilapidated blind and curtain, crippled

flower-pot, cracked glass, dusty decay, and lared at me from empty rooeance of the soul of Barnard were

being slowly appeased by the gradual suicide of the present occupants

and their unholy inter of soot

and smoke attired this forlorn creation of Barnard, and it had strewn

ashes on its head, and was undergoing penance and huht; while dry rot and wet rot and all

the silent rots that rot in neglected roof and cellar,--rot of rat

and -stables near at hand besides--addressed

themselves faintly to my sense of smell, and moaned, "Try Barnard's

Mixture"

So ireat expectations,

that I looked in dis me;

"the retirement reminds you of the country So it does me"