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Turning fro, I ot a late hackney chariot

and drove to the Hummuot there at any hour of the night, and the chahted the candle next in order on

his shelf, and showed ht into the bedrooround floor at the back, with a

despoticover the

whole place, putting one of his arbitrary legs into the fireplace

and another into the doorway, and squeezing the wretched little

washing-stand in quite a Divinely Righteous ht, the chaood old constitutional rushlight of those

virtuous days--an object like the ghost of a walking-cane, which

instantly broke its back if it were touched, which nothing could ever be

lighted at, and which was placed in solitary confineh tin tower, perforated with round holes that ly

wide-awake pattern on the walls When I had got into bed, and lay there

footsore, weary, and wretched, I found that I could no more close us And thus, in the