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Here am I sitting in an Inn, having gloomily believed not half an hour ago that Inns were doomed with all other good things, but now more hopeful and catching avenues of escape through the encircling decay.
For though certainly that very subtle and final expression of a good nation's life, the Inn, is in peril, yet possibly it may survive.