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Three Men in a Boat / Three Men on the Bummel

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had two of Scotch cold here <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>the</strong> summer of ’88;” “Harris was<br />

chucked from here <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> December, 1886.”<br />

No, <strong>the</strong>re would be too many of <strong>the</strong>m! It would be <strong>the</strong><br />

houses that he had never entered that would become famous.<br />

“Only house <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> South L<strong>on</strong>d<strong>on</strong> that Harris never had a dr<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>k<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>!” The people would flock to it to see what could have been<br />

<strong>the</strong> matter with it.<br />

How poor weak-m<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ded K<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g Edwy must have hated Kyn<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gestun!<br />

The cor<strong>on</strong>ati<strong>on</strong> feast had been too much for him.<br />

Maybe boar’s head stuffed with sugar-plums did not agree with<br />

him (it wouldn’t with me, I know), and he had had enough of<br />

sack and mead; so he slipped from <strong>the</strong> noisy revel to steal a<br />

quiet mo<strong>on</strong>light hour with his beloved Elgiva.<br />

Perhaps, from <strong>the</strong> casement, stand<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g hand-<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>-hand, <strong>the</strong>y<br />

were watch<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g <strong>the</strong> calm mo<strong>on</strong>light <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> river, while from <strong>the</strong><br />

distant halls <strong>the</strong> boisterous revelry floated <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> broken bursts of<br />

fa<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>t-heard d<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> and tumult.<br />

Then brutal Odo and St. Dunstan force <strong>the</strong>ir rude way <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>to<br />

<strong>the</strong> quiet room, and hurl coarse <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>sults at <strong>the</strong> sweet-faced<br />

Queen, and drag poor Edwy back to <strong>the</strong> loud clamour of <strong>the</strong><br />

drunken brawl.<br />

Years later, to <strong>the</strong> crash of battle-music, Sax<strong>on</strong> k<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gs and<br />

Sax<strong>on</strong> revelry were buried side by side, and K<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gst<strong>on</strong>’s greatness<br />

passed away for a time, to rise <strong>on</strong>ce more when Hampt<strong>on</strong><br />

Court became <strong>the</strong> palace of <strong>the</strong> Tudors and <strong>the</strong> Stuarts, and<br />

<strong>the</strong> royal barges stra<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ed at <strong>the</strong>ir moor<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gs <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> river’s bank,<br />

and bright-cloaked gallants swaggered down <strong>the</strong> water-steps<br />

to cry: “What Ferry, ho! Gadzooks, gramercy.”<br />

Many of <strong>the</strong> old houses, round about, speak very pla<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ly of<br />

those days when K<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gst<strong>on</strong> was a royal borough, and nobles<br />

and courtiers lived <strong>the</strong>re, near <strong>the</strong>ir K<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g, and <strong>the</strong> l<strong>on</strong>g road to<br />

<strong>the</strong> palace gates was gay all day with clank<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g steel and pranc<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g<br />

palfreys, and rustl<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g silks and velvets, and fair faces. The<br />

large and spacious houses, with <strong>the</strong>ir oriel, latticed w<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>dows,<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir huge fireplaces, and <strong>the</strong>ir gabled roofs, brea<strong>the</strong> of <strong>the</strong><br />

days of hose and doublet, of pearl-embroidered stomachers,

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