White’s boarding-house in Russell Square. Quilt,
who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the
rueful appearance of these personages. Jack dropped the knife, and walked sullenly aside. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a
moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of
Oxford. . “She will take her risk,” she answered. On the contrary, his glass was never idle, and finding it not filled quite so
frequently as he desired, he applied himself, notwithstanding the expressive
looks and muttered remonstrances of Mr. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. That'll tune me up. "Every inch of it," replied the woollen-draper. While you talked I was only making our plans. "Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the powers! I'm glad to see
you. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together
in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so
went by way of Spies to Frutigen.
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