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The man turned the handle of the Break of Day

door, and limped in He touched his discoloured slouched hat, as he came in at the door, to

a fewdominoes at one of the

little tables; three or four were seated round the stove, conversing

as they smoked; the billiard-table in the centre was left alone for the

time; the landlady of the Daybreak sat behind her little counter a

her cloudy bottles of syrups, baskets of cakes, and leaden drainage for

glasses, working at her needle Making his way to an empty little table in a corner of the room behind

the stove, he put down his knapsack and his cloak upon the ground As

he raised his head fro to do so, he found the landlady beside

hiht, , cheery voice 'Good One can dine--sup--what you please to call it?'

'Ah, perfectly!' cried the landlady as before 'Dispatch then,to eat, as quickly as you can; and some wine at

once I am exhausted' 'It is very bad weather, monsieur,' said the landlady 'Cursed weather' 'And a very long road' 'A cursed road'

His hoarse voice failed him, and he rested his head upon his hands until

a bottle of as brought fro filled and e broken off an end froreat

loaf that was set before him with his cloth and napkin, soup-plate,