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'…I saw my little crop surrounds with fowls, of I know not how many sorts, who stood, as it were, watching till I should be gone.' page 122
The Muffletumps (33 artworks)
Barrack Room Memories
At this hour there is still nobody about. Only on ...
Then, all his resistance overcome, he would let ...
The Two Inns
Three Low Masses
The Poet Mistrae
Bixiou's Wallet
Ballads in Prose – Death of the Dauphin
The Agony of La Sémillante