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It
was
nine
o'clock
at
night
,
when
the
man
,
quite
tired
out
,
and
the
dog
,
limping
and
lame
from
the
unaccustomed
exercise
,
turned
down
the
hill
by
the
church
of
the
quiet
village
,
and
plodding
along
the
little
street
,
crept
into
a
small
public-house
,
whose
scanty
light
had
guided
them
to
the
spot
.
There
was
a
fire
in
the
tap-room
,
and
some
country-labourers
were
drinking
before
it
.
They
made
room
for
the
stranger
,
but
he
sat
down
in
the
furthest
corner
,
and
ate
and
drank
alone
,
or
rather
with
his
dog
:
to
whom
he
cast
a
morsel
of
food
from
time
to
time
.
The
conversation
of
the
men
assembled
here
,
turned
upon
the
neighboring
land
,
and
farmers
;
and
when
those
topics
were
exhausted
,
upon
the
age
of
some
old
man
who
had
been
buried
on
the
previous
Sunday
;
the
young
men
present
considering
him
very
old
,
and
the
old
men
present
declaring
him
to
have
been
quite
young
--
not
older
,
one
white-haired
grandfather
said
,
than
he
was
--
with
ten
or
fifteen
year
of
life
in
him
at
least
--
if
he
had
taken
care
;
if
he
had
taken
care
.
There
was
nothing
to
attract
attention
,
or
excite
alarm
in
this
.
The
robber
,
after
paying
his
reckoning
,
sat
silent
and
unnoticed
in
his
corner
,
and
had
almost
dropped
asleep
,
when
he
was
half
wakened
by
the
noisy
entrance
of
a
new
comer
.
This
was
an
antic
fellow
,
half
pedlar
and
half
mountebank
,
who
travelled
about
the
country
on
foot
to
vend
hones
,
stops
,
razors
,
washballs
,
harness-paste
,
medicine
for
dogs
and
horses
,
cheap
perfumery
,
cosmetics
,
and
such-like
wares
,
which
he
carried
in
a
case
slung
to
his
back
.
His
entrance
was
the
signal
for
various
homely
jokes
with
the
countrymen
,
which
slackened
not
until
he
had
made
his
supper
,
and
opened
his
box
of
treasures
,
when
he
ingeniously
contrived
to
unite
business
with
amusement
.
'
And
what
be
that
stoof
?
Good
to
eat
,
Harry
?
'
asked
a
grinning
countryman
,
pointing
to
some
composition-cakes
in
one
corner
.
'
This
,
'
said
the
fellow
,
producing
one
,
'
this
is
the
infallible
and
invaluable
composition
for
removing
all
sorts
of
stain
,
rust
,
dirt
,
mildew
,
spick
,
speck
,
spot
,
or
spatter
,
from
silk
,
satin
,
linen
,
cambrick
,
cloth
,
crape
,
stuff
,
carpet
,
merino
,
muslin
,
bombazeen
,
or
woollen
stuff
.
Wine-stains
,
fruit-stains
,
beer-stains
,
water-stains
,
paint-stains
,
pitch-stains
,
any
stains
,
all
come
out
at
one
rub
with
the
infallible
and
invaluable
composition
.
If
a
lady
stains
her
honour
,
she
has
only
need
to
swallow
one
cake
and
she
's
cured
at
once
--
for
it
's
poison
.
If
a
gentleman
wants
to
prove
this
,
he
has
only
need
to
bolt
one
little
square
,
and
he
has
put
it
beyond
question
--
for
it
's
quite
as
satisfactory
as
a
pistol-bullet
,
and
a
great
deal
nastier
in
the
flavour
,
consequently
the
more
credit
in
taking
it
.
One
penny
a
square
.
With
all
these
virtues
,
one
penny
a
square
!
'
There
were
two
buyers
directly
,
and
more
of
the
listeners
plainly
hesitated
.
The
vendor
observing
this
,
increased
in
loquacity
.
'
It
's
all
bought
up
as
fast
as
it
can
be
made
,
'
said
the
fellow
.
