The “rahm” was a kind of lumber-hole smelling strong of malt and grain; various sacks of which articles were piled around, leaving a wide, bare space in the middle.

“Why, man,” I exclaimed, facing him angrily, “this is not a place to sleep in. I wish to see my bedroom.”

“

Bed-rume!

” he repeated, in a tone of mockery. “Yah’s see all t’

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