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quarter past eleven
I heard from Gybes last evening -- what a hand that fellow writes -- only a dozen words -- `` Look out for squalls , '' and `` keep your men in hand . '' I 've sent for Wealdon . I wish the morning papers were come . I 'm a quarter past eleven -- what are you ? The post 's in at Dollington fifty minutes before we get our letters here . D -- d nonsense -- it 's all that heavy ` bus of Driver 's -- I 'll change that . They leave London at five , and get to Dollington at half-past ten , and Driver never has them in sooner than twenty minutes past eleven !