a
quarter after ten
Zamiel finds it . I curse him -LRB- flying -RRB- in the Persian manner . May his face be turned upside down , and jackasses sit upon his uncle 's grave ! Now fresher air , now glimpses of unenclosed Down-land with flapping crows flying over it whom we soon outfly , now the Sea , now Folkestone at a quarter after ten . ` Tickets ready , gentlemen ! ' Demented dashes at the door . ` For Paris , sir ?