1 Business had taken Herbert on a journey to Marseilles.
2 The journey from our town to the metropolis was a journey of about five hours.
3 It was evening when I arrived, much fatigued by the journey I had so often made so easily.
4 Fantastic failures of journeys occupied me until the day dawned and the birds were singing.
5 Over and over and over again, we would make these journeys, and sometimes they would last as long as three hours at a stretch.
6 It was dark before we got down, and the journey seemed long and dreary to me, who could see little of it inside, and who could not go outside in my disabled state.
7 Herbert got a large bottle of stuff for my arm; and by dint of having this stuff dropped over it all the night through, I was just able to bear its pain on the journey.
8 He must have had a tiresome journey of it, for Mr. Wopsle, being knocked up, was in such a very bad temper that if the Church had been thrown open, he would probably have excommunicated the whole expedition, beginning with Joe and myself.
9 I insensibly fall into a general mention of these journeys as numerous, because it was at once settled that I should return every alternate day at noon for these purposes, and because I am now going to sum up a period of at least eight or ten months.
10 Too heavily out of sorts to care much at the time whether it were he or no, or after all to touch the breakfast, I washed the weather and the journey from my face and hands, and went out to the memorable old house that it would have been so much the better for me never to have entered, never to have seen.