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Yawning, Barnabas opened drowsy eyes, and saw that here and there

were houses in fair gardens, yet as they went the houses grew

thicker and the gardens more scant And now Barnabas became aware of

a sound, soft with distance, that rose and fell--a never-ceasing

drowsily at Mottle-face, he inquired

what this ht be

"That, sir, that's London, sir--cobble-stones, sir, cart-vheels, sir,

and--Lord love you!"--here Mottle-face leaned over and once more

winked his owl-like eye--"but 'e ain't ht, sir--so 'elpsaid which, Mottle-face vented a

throaty chuckle, and proceeded to touch up his horses

And now as one in a drea

streets, broad streets and narrow, and all alive with great wagons

and country wains; on they go, past gloolitter in the early sunbeams, past

crooked side-streets and dark alley-ways, and so, swinging suddenly

to the right, have pulled up at last in the yard of the "George"

It is a great inn with two galleries one above another and many

s, and here, despite the early hour, a athered

Forthwith Barnabas cli,

presently finds Peterby at his elbow

"Breakfast, sir?"

"Bed, Peterby"

"Very good--this way, sir"

Thereafter, though he scarcely kno, he finds hi shown hi stair, worn

by the tread of countless travellers, brings hiallery Hereupon Barnabas