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Chapter 11. Let Loose

           Butnosmallcabaretforastraitenedtravellerbeingwithinsight,hehadtoseekoneroundthedarkcorner,wherethecabbageleaveslaythickest,troddenaboutthepubliccisternatwhichwomenhadnotyetleftoffdrawingwater.There,inthebackstreethefoundone,theBreakofDay.ThecurtainedwindowscloudedtheBreakofDay,butitseemedlightandwarm,anditannouncedinlegibleinscriptionswithappropriatepictorialembellishmentofbilliardcueandball,thatattheBreakofDayonecouldplaybilliards;thatthereonecouldfindmeat,drink,andlodgings,whetheronecameonhorseback,orcameonfoot;andthatitkeptgoodwines,liqueurs,andbrandy.ThemanturnedthehandleoftheBreakofDaydoor,andlimpedin.

           Hetouchedhisdiscolouredslouchedhat,ashecameinatthedoor,toafewmenwhooccupiedtheroom.Twowereplayingdominoesatoneofthelittletables;threeorfourwereseatedroundthestove,conversingastheysmoked;thebilliard-tableinthecentrewasleftaloneforthetime;thelandladyoftheDaybreaksatbehindherlittlecounteramonghercloudybottlesofsyrups,basketsofcakes,andleadendrainageforglasses,workingatherneedle.

           Makinghiswaytoanemptylittletableinacorneroftheroombehindthestove,heputdownhisknapsackandhiscloakupontheground.Asheraisedhisheadfromstoopingtodoso,hefoundthelandladybesidehim.

           ‘Onecanlodgehereto-night,madame?’

           ‘Perfectly!’saidthelandladyinahigh,sing-song,cheeryvoice.

           ‘Good.

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