Two days are passed. It is a summer evening; the an has set me down at a place called Whitcross; he could take me no farther for the sum I had given, and I was not possessed of another shilling in the world. The coach is a mile off by this time; I am alo this moment I discover that I fot to take my parcel out of the pocket of the coach, where I had placed it for safety; there it remains, there it must remain; and now, I am absolutely destitute.
Whitcross is no town, nor even a hamlet; it is but a stone pillar set up where four roads meet: whitewashed, I suppose, to be more obvious at a distand in darkness. Four arms spring from its summit: the own to which these point is, acc to the inscription, distant ten miles; the farthest, above twenty. From the well-known names of these towns I learn in what ty I have lighted; a north-midland shire, dusk with moorland, ridged with mountain: this I see. There are great moors behind and on each hand of me; there are……（内容加载失败！）
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