"Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. On the way, he hired a chair with a couple of stout porters, and ordered them to follow him. “I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square,” she answered. "At the Black Lion in our street," replied Jack, without hesitation. Every one of those four stories would be accepted. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. I’ve seen him, and he doesn’t a bit understand. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion.
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