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but,thecutler’sknivesandaxesweresharpandbright,the
smith’shammerswereheavy,andthegunmaker’sstockwas
murderous.Thecripplingstonesofthepavement,withtheirmany
littlereservoirsofmudandwater,hadnofootways,butbrokeoff
abruptlyatthedoors.Thekennel,tomakeamends,randownthe
middleofthestreetwhenitranatall:whichwasonlyafterheavy
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rains,andthenitran,bymanyeccentricfits,intothehouses.
Acrossthestreets,atwideintervals,oneclumsylampwasslung
byaropeandpulleyatnight,whenthelamplighterhadletthese
down,andlighted,andhoistedthemagain,afeeblegroveofdim
wicksswunginasicklymanneroverhead,asiftheywereatsea.
Indeedtheywereatsea,andtheshipandcrewwereinperilof
tempest.
For,thetimewastocome,whenthegauntscarecrowsofthat
regionshouldhavewatchedthelamplighter,intheiridlenessand
hunger,solong,astoconce