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Containing the Story of the Bagman’s Uncle

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           ‘Theill-lookinggentlemanreceivedhisthree-corneredhatinsilence,lookedattheholeinthemiddlewithaninquiringair,andfinallystuckitonthetopofhiswigwithasolemnitytheeffectofwhichwasatrifleimpairedbyhissneezingviolentlyatthemoment,andjerkingitoffagain.

           ‘"Allright!"criedtheguardwiththelantern,mountingintohislittleseatbehind.Awaytheywent.Myunclepeepedoutofthecoachwindowastheyemergedfromtheyard,andobservedthattheothermails,withcoachmen,guards,horses,andpassengers,complete,weredrivingroundandroundincircles,ataslowtrotofaboutfivemilesanhour.Myuncleburnedwithindignation,gentlemen.Asacommercialman,hefeltthatthemail-bagswerenottobetrifledwith,andheresolvedtomemorialisethePostOfficeonthesubject,theveryinstanthereachedLondon.

           ‘Atpresent,however,histhoughtswereoccupiedwiththeyoungladywhosatinthefarthestcornerofthecoach,withherfacemuffledcloselyinherhood;thegentlemanwiththesky-bluecoatsittingoppositetoher;theothermanintheplum-colouredsuit,byherside;andbothwatchingherintently.Ifshesomuchasrustledthefoldsofherhood,hecouldheartheill-lookingmanclaphishanduponhissword,andcouldtellbytheother’sbreathing(itwassodarkhecouldn’tseehisface)thathewaslookingasbigasifheweregoingtodevourheratamouthful.

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