The shabby stranger seated himself familiarly in a nook beside the wide-open chimney of the tap-room, and stretched out his long thin legs with a sigh. "I want something to eat; a bit of cold meat, or bread and cheese-- anything you have handy--and a glass of beer. I'm very tired."…
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