midday
coach, and
as I
breakfasted
under such
terrors of
Pumblechook
that I
could
scarcely
hold my
cup, this
gave me an
opportunity
of saying
that I
wanted a
walk, and
that I
would go
on along
the London
road while
Mr.
Jaggers
was
occupied,
if he
would let
the
coachman
know that
I would
get into
my place
when
overtaken.
I was thus
enabled to
fly from
the Blue
Boar
immediately
after
breakfast.
By then
making a
loop of
about a
couple of
