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If it was cold without doors, the more need was there of a good fire within. So thought Sam Giles at the Crooked Billet; and, accordingly, he heaped fresh logs on the wood which was blazing on the hearth and, sitting down in the chimney corner, he went on smoking his pipe, which he had laid aside when he made up the fire.
The Crooked Billet was the name of a low sort of public-house, and Sam Giles was the landlord Black Giles he was called by some who had read or heard of the story of Black Giles the poacher; and the name was appropriate enough in more respects than one, for Sam was a dark man in complexion he had also a gloomy black cast of countenance, never looking straight before him, or good-humoured, or open, as an honest man should and his character too well corresponded with his face.
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A Good many years ago, my story begins. It was a cold, blustering night in November; the winter seemed to be setting in early with frost and snow; and the poor people in the village of Dusterly were very gloomy and very discontented, for there was not much work to be done, and there would not be, all the winter, they thought; and bread was dear - nine-pence halfpenny for a four-pound loaf, - and it was going to be dearer, so the baker said, and so the miller said, and so every body said.
If it was cold without doors, the more need was there of a good fire within. So thought Sam Giles at the Crooked Billet; and, accordingly, he heaped fresh logs on the wood which was blazing on the hearth; and, sitting down in the chimney corner, he went on smoking his pipe, which he had laid aside when he made up the fire.
The Crooked Billet was the name of a low sort of public-house, and Sam Giles was the landlord; - Black Giles he was called by some who had read or heard of the story of Black Giles the poacher; and the name was appropriate enough in more respects than one, for Sam was a dark man in complexion; he had also a gloomy black cast of countenance, - never looking straight before him, or good-humoured, or open, as an honest man should; and his character too well corresponded with his face.
The Crooked Billet was some little way out of the village, in a lone road, not far from the great Dusterly estate, and handy enough to the woods.
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