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“I shall not go to bed till night; but I want a bedroom, and a

barber.”

“And then breakfast, sir? Yes, sir, That way, sir, if you please.

Show Concord! Gentleman’s valise and hot water to Concord. Pull

off gentleman’s boots in Concord. (You will find a fine sea-coal fire,

sir.) Fetch barber to Concord. Stir about there, now, for Concord!”

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The Concord bed-chamber being always assigned to a

passenger by the mail, and passengers by the mail being always

heavily wrapped up from head to foot, the room had the odd

interest for the establishment of the Royal George, that although

but one kind of man was seen to go into it, all kinds and varieties

of men came out of it. Consequently, another drawer, and two

porters, and several maids and the landlady, were all loitering by

accident at various points of the road between the Concord and

the coffee-room, when a gentleman of sixty, formally dressed in a

brown suit of clothes, pretty well worn, but very well kept, with

large square cuffs and large flaps to the pockets, passed along on