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AN ADVENTURE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT.
That night stands up without any clear traces about it or near it, like the brazen castle of romance round which the sea-tide flows.

My father must have borne me miles along the road; he must have procured food for me; I have an idea of feeling a damp forehead and drinking new milk, and by-and-by hearing a roar of voices or vehicles, and seeing a dog that went alone through crowded streets without a master, doing as he pleased, and stopping every other dog he met.

He took his turning, and my father and I took ours.

We were in a house that, to my senses, had the smell of dark corners, in a street where all the house-doors were painted black, and shut with a bang.