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"See, she's tacked on that everlasting bag again, Molly," whispered Pauline, as the train started. "It always reminds me of a great tag on a little parcel, as if Miss Evans had been done up to be sent by express."
That night they reached Besancon, an old Roman city just under the wall of the Jura Mountains. The hotel at which they stopped was very curious, with sleeping-rooms tucked away here and there, like swallows' nests in a bank. Sometimes these rooms were entered from within the house, sometimes from without, by sly, crooked stairways.