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that was what the shop-boy’s face said, and an
honest face it was.
In the inn at which I arrived, there was the
same grave-like stillness as in the street. The
gate was certainly closed, but all the inner
doors were wide open; the farm-yard cock
stood uplifted in the middle of the traveller’s
room and crowed, in order to show that there
was somebody at home. The house, however,
was quite picturesque: it had an open balcony,
from which one might look out upon the yard,
for it would have been far too lively had it
been facing the street. There hung the old
sign and creaked in the wind, as if to show
that it at least was alive. I saw it from my
window; I saw also how the grass in the street
had got the mastery over the pavement. The
sun shone brightly, but shone as into the
bachelor’s solitary room, and on the old maid’s
balsams in the flower-pots. It was as still as a
Scotch Sunday – and yet it was a Tuesday.
One was disposed for Young’s "Night
Thoughts."
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