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day, aud the towers of St. Albans were in view at 

 last, looking down on "The Jolly Maltsters/' "The 

 Post Boys/^ and " The Trumpet'* signs, which still 

 linger in its streets. On we went the last eighteen 

 miles, with sleet and snow for onr portion as the 

 lights of the great city began to glimmer through 

 the mist, and the thoughts of how to deal with 

 bacon, wool, and cheese, those triple Furies of our 

 note-book life, pursuing us grimly to 



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