THE RAVEN. 



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nails it was a good-sized box and I popped it under 

 my arm, bade adieu to my kind host and hostess and 

 made the best of my way to the railway station, 

 preferring to take the bird home myself, to trusting 



THE RAVEN. 



her to the uncovenanted mercies of carriers or railway- 

 porters. 



In the train, I placed the box up in the hat-rack, 

 and taking a newspaper from my pocket began to read. 



