too.

    I could remember ts broelpiece and its bronzy-yello to be t colour, or  got like t from age and smoke—and ting, also by m. Sandford, Painter amp; Carpenter, of ttle of tel-el-Kebir. No tyle. Brick fireplace  of it a fake t you could ted fifty yards a of some old sailing-s it didn’t  eyes on t do my table, and ter came toapped t so! Not even  up ion and t it over.

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    It ernoon as I lay about in t it reamlined leatopped tables—s, but on t. As a matter of fact I iny bit boozed and  t I could scrape acquaintance. S  till nearly tea-time t I  out.

    I strolled up to t-place and turned to t. t y-one years ago, t in tation fly, and seen it all s up and dusty,  off  cared a damn. And noails about t I couldn’t remember, t of seeing it again did to my  and guts. I passed till a barber’s, t. A  of t quite so good as takia. ty yards farther down. Ah!

    An arty-looking sign—painted by t t :

    ENDY’S tEAShOP

    MORNING COFFEE

    hOME-MADE CAKES

    A tea-shop!

    I suppose if it c a seedsman’s, it ’s absurd t because you o ain  you’ve got rig for t of your life, but so you do. to its name, all rigain