![]() ![]() ‘I suppose, waiter,’ he said, shaking his shock of hair, as a Newfoundland dog might shake his before sitting down to dinner, ‘that a fair lodging for a single buffer might be found in these parts, eh?’ This gentleman’s white head was unusually large, and his shock of white hair was unusually thick and ample. And the waiter (business being chronically slack at the Crozier) represented all whom it might or might not concern, and absorbed the whole of the information. Both announcements were made in the coffee–room of the Crozier, to all whom it might or might not concern, by the stranger as he stood with his back to the empty fireplace, waiting for his fried sole, veal cutlet, and pint of sherry. Being buttoned up in a tightish blue surtout, with a buff waistcoat and gray trousers, he had something of a military air, but he announced himself at the Crozier (the orthodox hotel, where he put up with a portmanteau) as an idle dog who lived upon his means and he farther announced that he had a mind to take a lodging in the picturesque old city for a month or two, with a view of settling down there altogether. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today!Īt about this time a stranger appeared in Cloisterham a white–haired personage, with black eyebrows. The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. ![]()
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