” “What’s our lot?” asked her sister. "He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. "Eh-day! what's this?" cried Wood, looking up from beneath his spectacles. We've ridden post all the way, and I'm horribly tired, or you wouldn't have mastered me so easily. "Mr. Spurling had retired for the night. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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