"Fly!" cried Jack; "escape if you can; don't mind me. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. 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. "Why do you laugh?" he asked.
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