"I am content," said Jack. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another. There are way-stations—even terminals. Wood fancied he recognised. She interrupted. Just then, a carriage drawn by four horses, drove furiously up to the Six Bells; but Jack was too much absorbed to take any notice of it. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. She studied the painted names of firms and persons and enterprises on the wall, and discovered that the Women’s Bond of Freedom occupied several contiguous suites on the first floor.
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