Oh! it's London.

We've overshot it, we're positively in London.' I could spare no sympathy for his feelings, and I did not respond to his inquiring looks.

Now that we were here I certainly wished myself away, though I would not have retreated, and for awhile I was glad of the discomforts besetting me; my step was hearty as I led on, meditating upon asking some one the direction to the Bench presently.

We had to walk, and it was nothing but traversing on a slippery pavement atmospheric circles of black brown and brown red, and sometimes a larger circle of pale yellow; the colours of old bruised fruits, medlars, melons, and the smell of them; nothing is more desolate.

Neither of us knew where we were, nor where we were going.