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MR. JONES, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen—houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lu...
MR. JONES, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen—houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lu...