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A few score yards brought them to the spot where the town band was now shaking the windowpanes with the strains of "The Roast Beef of Old England."
The building before whose doors they had pitched their music-stands was the chief hotel in Casterbridge -- namely, the King's Arms. A spacious bow-window projected into the street over the main portico, and from the open sashes came the babble of voices, the jingle of glasses, and the drawing of corks. The blinds, moreover, being left unclosed, the whole interior of this room could be surveyed from the top of a flight of stone steps to the road-wagon office opposite, for which reason a knot of idlers had gathered there.