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That day I passed through several villages, stopping only to eat

and drink; thus evening was falling as, having left fair

Sevenoaks behind, I ca

and very steep descent which (I think) is called the River Hill

And here, rising stark against the evening sky, was a gibbet, and

standing beneath it a man, a short, square reen, and with a wide-brimmed beaver hat

sloped down over his eyes, who stood with his feet well apart,

sucking the knob of a stick he carried, while he stared up at

that which dangled by a stout chain fro black and shrivelled and horrible that had

once been human

As I came up, the man drew the stick from his mouth and touched

the brim of his hat with it in salutation

"An object lesson, sir," said he, and nodded towards the

loathso, "and I think a very

useless one"

"He was as fine a fellow as ever thrust toe into stirrup," the

h you'd never