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The post of honour and the post of shaeneral's station and the drummer's, a peer's statue in Westminster

Abbey and a seaman's hammock in the bosom of the deep, the allows, the throne and the

guillotine--the travellers to all are on the great high road, but it

has wonderful divergencies, and only Time shall shohither each

traveller is bound

On a wintry afternoon at twilight, Mrs Flintwinch, having been heavy all

day, drea the kettle ready for tea, and

ar herself with her feet upon the fender and the skirt of her

gown tucked up, before the collapsed fire in the rate,

bordered on either hand by a deep cold black ravine She thought that

as she sat thus,upon the question whether life was not for sohtened by a sudden noise

behind her She thought that she had been sihtened once last

week, and that the noise was of a

and of three or four quick beats like a rapid step; while a shock or