THE DOVER ROAD 



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and directed me to the nearest house of refreshment. 

 Skulls or no skulls however, it is certain that the fracture 

 of Bccket's at Canterbury at five o'clock on December 29, 



A Cast Shoe. 



1 1 70, was the magnet which drew most visitors to the town ; 

 and it is equally certain that the church in which Becket 

 was murdered in the glorious choir of Conrad (the Prior, 

 not the Corsair) was entirely burnt down in 1 1 74. The 



