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The sun had gone down full four hours, and it was later thanthee, still on its last wearisoe herds peasants who had chequered the hile the light

lasted, had all gone doith the sun, and left the wilderness

blank

At some turns of the road, a pale flare on the horizon, like an

exhalation from the ruin-sown land, showed that the city was yet far

off; but this poor relief was rare and short-lived The carriage dipped

down again into a hollow of the black dry sea, and for a long ti visible save its petrified swell and the glooage his mind, could

not be quite easy in that desolate place He was far e, and every cry of the postilions, than he

had been since he quitted London The valet on the box evidently quaked

The Courier in the ruether colass and looked back at hi John Chivery out, it is true, but still

generally standing up the while and looking about hiuard Then would Mr Dorrit,

pulling up the glass again, reflect that those postilions were

cut-throat looking fellows, and that he would have done better to have

slept at Civita Vecchia, and have started beti

But, for all this, he worked at his castle in the intervals