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On the day of the public meeting, just as Wentworth had retired to his head-quarters at the Red Lion, one of the few old-fashioned public-houses which survive to tell us how truly Shenstone wrote when he told us that the warmest welcome he found was at an inn-and how wise were men of the Johnson era in recognising that fact-he heard a tap at the door, after he had taken off his boots and had lit his cigar.
‘Come in,' he cried.