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Updated: June 2, 2025
Settled in the corner of the beerhouse which chanced to be nearly empty with portentous pewters before us, the conversation was opened by my new friend: "I've been paid off from the Jupiter Samuelson's Planet Line," he explained. "What I am is a fireman." "She was from Singapore to London?" I asked. "She was," he replied, "and it was at Suez it 'appened at Suez." I did not interrupt him.
The high road ascended in a curve past a few houses and a beerhouse or so, and round until all the valley in which four industrial towns lay crowded and confluent was overlooked. I will admit that with the twilight there came a spell of weird magnificence over all that land and brooded on it until dawn.
His companion in the flight took him on a long trot to Grantham, a distance of twenty-two miles, where the two lodged at a small beerhouse, and Clare fancied that he was fairly out of the world. Having not the slightest notions about geography, or topography either, he believed he had now arrived at the confines of the habitable earth, and with but little chance of ever seeing his parents again.
I'll put you on somethink, I will." With surprising steadiness of gait, considering the liquid cargo he had aboard, the man, releasing my hand and now seizing me firmly by the arm, confidently led me by divers narrow ways, which I knew, to a little beerhouse frequented by persons of his class.
Near the church, and occupying good relative positions on each side of a beerhouse, called "The Rising Sun," are All Saints' schools. One of them that now occupied by the boys was, according to a tablet at the outside, erected several years ago by our old friend Captain German "as an affectionate tribute to the memory of Thomas German, Esq."
But folk han to trust us a bit for their stuff, dunnot yo see, or else it would be 'Wo-up! soon." I heard of one beerhouse, the owner of which had only drawn ls. 6d. during a whole week. His children were all factory operatives, and all out of work.
I drank a mug of cider in the quaint little beerhouse kept by Gammer Joy in Tarn Regis, and read again the doggerel her grandfather had painted on its sign-board, in which the traveller was advised of the various uses of liquor, taken in moderation, and the evil effects of its abuse. Taken wisely, I remember, it was suggested that liquor proved the best of lubricants for the wheels of life. Mrs.
He turned up at Euston, a little after twelve. We went down together. It was getting on for one when we left the station at the other end, and then we began the tramp across the Weald to the inn. Our talk, too, was about work, not molecules and osmosis. The inn was only a roadside beerhouse I have forgotten its name and all its sleeping accomodation was the one double-bedded room.
"There's one pub a sort of beerhouse but they don't take people in," he said. "No lodgings?" I persisted. "The Jervaises don't encourage that sort of thing," he replied. "Afraid of the place getting frippery. I've heard them talking about it in the car.
In the centre a circular fountain; on four sides the mediæval gables of the old beerhouse; here and there a barrel on end, to serve as table.
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