The strong potation he had taken, combined with fatigue and anxiety he had previously undergone, made him oversleep himself, and when he awoke it was just beginning to grow light. “This is not every day. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. " "When you please, Sir," said Thames, coldly.
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