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"What's muscular rheumatism?" said Jill, gurgling with laughter.
"Your muscles get stiff," said Jonah, "and you get stuck. Hurts like anything. I've had it."
"Now you know," said I, selecting a sausage. "Will you be ready by hall-past eleven (winter time) or must we lunch here?"
"I'm ready now," said Jill. "But you and Jonah said it was indecent to start earlier."
"So it is. We shall get to Pistol comfortably in an hour and a half, and if we start again at half-past two, we shall be in London for tea."
Jonah rose and limped to the window.
"I'll tell you one thing," he said. "It's going to be a devilish cold run."
Jonah was right.