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No one was so sorry for the death of Sir George, or had so many kind words to say in memory of him, as Mistress Croale. NO ONE WAS SO SORRY FOR THE DEATH OF SIR GEORGE OR HAD SO MANY KIND WORDS TO SAY IN MEMORY OF HIM AS MISTRESS CRAWLE
ny privileges. He could lie down anywhere and sleep when he would; or spend, if he pleased, whole nights awake, in a churchyard, or on the deck of some vessel discharging her cargo at the quay, or running about the still, sleeping streets. Thus he got to know the shapes of some of the constellations, and not a few of the aspects of the heavens. But even then he never felt alone, for he gazed at the vista from the midst of a cityful of his fellows. Then there were the scents of the laylocks and the roses and the carnations and the sweet-peas, that came floating out from the gardens, contending sometimes with those of the grocers’ and chemists’ shops. Now and then too he came in for a small feed of strawberries, which were very plentiful in their season. Sitting then on a hospitable doorstep, with the feet and faces of friends passing him in both directions, and love embodied in the warmth of summer all about him, he would eat his strawberries, and inherit the earth. CHAPTER VIII. SAMBO.  CHAPTER EIGHT OF SIR GIBBEY THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIVERPOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIBERVOX DOT ORG RECORDING BY MARK HISSON SIR GIBBEY BY GEORGE MAC DONALD CHAPTER EIGHT SAMBO
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