At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. An audible crack sounded in the kitchen and Mark slumped backwards, unconscious. “I daresay the gallery will be full, but there is always the chance, and I know you two are keen on Melba. ‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here. We, ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago.
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