THE SPAEROW ROOST 



AN early December twilight was settling 

 JTjL over Boston, a thick foggy ninrk that 

 soaked down fnll of smoke and smell and chill. 

 The streets were oozy with a wet snow which had 

 fallen through the afternoon and had been trod- 

 den into mnd ; and draughty with an east wind, 

 that would have passed unnoticed across the 

 open fields, but which drew up these narrow 

 flues and sent a shiver down one's back in spite 

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