Nowhere; it was my luggage - a portmanteau
, cricket-bag, and suit-case full of very little else - and by the same token I left the lot at Euston, and one of us must fetch them this evening.
said Franz, with difficulty rolling the portmanteau
into the vehicle, "we are to move on still farther.
He was satisfied with his present success, and by three o'clock that day he had taken up his portmanteau
at the turnpike and mounted the coach, relieving Mr.
Aynesworth ceased tugging at the strap of his portmanteau
, and rose slowly to his feet.
We have even gone the length of examining the portmanteau
which Ferrari left behind him.
On the day after, I engage to send on board a written report of the state of my health, by a messenger who can bring my portmanteau
back with him.
And now the portmanteau
belonging to Mr Jones being put up in the baggage-cart, the forces were about to move forwards; when the guide, stepping up to Jones, said, "Sir, I hope you will consider that the horses have been kept out all night, and we have travelled a great ways out of our way.
A couple of porters were seated upon a barrow which contained one solitary portmanteau
This servant had a good-sized portmanteau
strapped on his horse, and a net of lemons (to brew punch with) hanging at the saddle-bow; as was often enough the custom with luxurious travellers in that part of the country.
He called to Samuel, through the window, to take his portmanteau
up-stairs again, and he then put the key himself into Sergeant Cuff's hand.
So I left her, took the fellow up to my chamber, gave him the trunk, or portmanteau
, for it was like a trunk, and wrapped it about with an old apron, and he went directly to his boat with it, and I after him, nobody asking us the least question about it; as for the drunken Dutch footman he was still asleep, and his master with other foreign gentlemen at supper, and very merry below, so I went clean off with it to Ipswich; and going in the night, the people of the house knew nothing but that I was gone to London by the Harwich wherry, as I had told my landlady.
John, with the tall candlesticks in his hands, bowed them up to the fireplace; Hugh, striding in with a lighted brand and pile of firewood, cast it down upon the hearth, and set it in a blaze; John Grueby (who had a great blue cockade in his hat, which he appeared to despise mightily) brought in the portmanteau
he had carried on his horse, and placed it on the floor; and presently all three were busily engaged in drawing out the screen, laying the cloth, inspecting the beds, lighting fires in the bedrooms, expediting the supper, and making everything as cosy and as snug as might be, on so short a notice.