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WITH appetites still further whetted by their various diversions, the comrades were hardly made happier when Adam found that once more the many years' growth of Boston town confused him. It was something of a walk to the Phipps' domicile from the Crow and Arrow the best one could do. With devious windings added, it became the next thing to provoking.
"Aha, at last I know where we are," said Adam, finally. "These streets are as bad as London's. But ten minutes more and we shall be at the board."