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Updated: June 14, 2025


But these were not honest arguments, or not wholly honest; there was a struggle in the mind of Morris; he could not disguise from himself that his brother John was miserably situated at Browndean, without news, without money, without bedclothes, without society or any entertainment; and by the time he had been shaved and picked a hasty breakfast at a coffee tavern, Morris had arrived at a compromise.

Another party I fell in with said you could generally always get bread; and the thing to do was to break a plate-glass window and get into gaol; seemed rather a brilliant scheme. Pass the beef." "Why didn't you stay at Browndean?" Morris ventured to inquire. "Skittles!" said John. "On what? The Pink Un and a measly religious paper? I had to leave Browndean; I had to, I tell you.

'There! resumed the feaster, 'give us a glass of the fizz to start with. Gravy soup! And I thought I didn't like gravy soup! Do you know how I got here? he asked, with another explosion of wrath. 'No, Johnny; how could I? said the obsequious Morris. 'I walked on my ten toes! cried John; 'tramped the whole way from Browndean; and begged! I would like to see you beg.

He was one of the first to come to himself and scramble to his feet after the Browndean catastrophe, and he had no sooner remarked his prostrate nephews than he understood his opportunity and fled.

I live for my calculations; I live for my manifold and ever-changing views of life; pens and paper and the productions of the popular press are to me as important as food and drink; and my life was growing quite intolerable when, in the confusion of that fortunate railway accident at Browndean, I made my escape.

At Browndean it was just possible; in Bloomsbury it seems beyond human ingenuity though I suppose it's what Michael does. But then he has accomplices that Scotsman and the whole gang. Ah, if I had accomplices! Necessity is the mother of the arts.

Repairing as well as they were able the disorder of their clothes, the Finsbury brothers returned to Browndean by a circuitous route in quest of luncheon and a suitable cottage.

Only thing: here's a valuable uncle disappeared. Now, what I want to know: where's valuable uncle? 'I have told you: he is at Browndean, answered Morris, furtively wiping his brow, for these repeated hints began to tell upon him cruelly. 'Very easy say Brown Browndee no' so easy after all! cried Michael. 'Easy say; anything's easy say, when you can say it.

Women were screaming, men were tumbling from the windows on the track, the guard was crying to them to stay where they were; at the same time the train began to gather way and move very slowly backward toward Browndean; and the next moment, all these various sounds were blotted out in the apocalyptic whistle and the thundering onslaught of the down express.

I live for my calculations; I live for my manifold and ever-changing views of life; pens and paper and the productions of the popular press are to me as important as food and drink; and my life was growing quite intolerable when, in the confusion of that fortunate railway accident at Browndean, I made my escape.

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