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MIS. HALLER AT HOME.
ITHOUT slackening his pace Pen galloped on to Baymouth, put the mare up at the inn stables, and ran straightway to Mr. Foker's lodgings, of whom he had taken the direction on the previous day. On reaching these apartments, which were over a chemist's shop whose stock of cigars and sodawater went off rapidly by the kind patronage of his young inmates, Pen only found Mr. Spavin, Foker's friend, and part owner of the tandem, which the latter had driven into
Chatteris, who was smoking, and teaching a little dog, a friend of his, tricks with a bit of biscuit.
Pen's healthy red face, fresh from the gallop, compared oddly with the waxy debauched little features of Foker's chum; · Mr. Spavin remarked the circumstance. “Who's that man?"