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theforenoon,theheaddrawerattheRoyalGeorge
Hotelopenedthecoach-doorashiscustomwas.Hedid
itwithsomeflourishofceremony,foramailjourneyfromLondon
inwinterwasanachievementtocongratulateanadventurous
travellerupon.
Bythattime,therewasonlyoneadventuroustravellerlefttobe
congratulated:forthetwoothershadbeensetdownattheir
respectiveroadsidedestinations.Themildewyinsideofthecoach,
withitsdampanddirtystraw,itsdisagreeablesmell,andits
obscurity,wasratherlikealargerdog-kennel.Mr.Lorry,the
passenger,shakinghimselfoutofitinchainsofstraw,atangleof
shaggywrapper,flappinghat,andmuddylegs,wasratherlikea
largersortofdog.
“TherewillbeapackettoCalais,tomorrow,drawer?”
“Yes,sir,iftheweatherholdsandthewindsetstolerablefair.
Thetidewillserveprettynicelyatabouttwointheafternoon,sir.
Bed,sir?”
“IshallnotgotobedtillnightbutIwantabedroo