“There is this absurd craving for Mr. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. Cocking the gun. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him.
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