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32 A Horse Fair

           Thenthehard-facedmancamebackagainandofferedtwenty-threepounds.Averyclosebargainwasbeingdriven,formysalesmanbegantothinkheshouldnotgetallheasked,andmustcomedown;butjustthenthegray-eyedmancamebackagain.Icouldnothelpreachingoutmyheadtowardhim.Hestrokedmyfacekindly.

           “Well,oldchap,”hesaid,“Ithinkweshouldsuiteachother.I’llgivetwenty-fourforhim.”

           “Saytwenty-fiveandyoushallhavehim.”

           “Twenty-fourten,”saidmyfriend,inaverydecidedtone,“andnotanothersixpence—yesorno?”

           “Done,”saidthesalesman;“andyoumaydependuponitthere’samonstrousdealofqualityinthathorse,andifyouwanthimforcabworkhe’sabargain.”

           Themoneywaspaidonthespot,andmynewmastertookmyhalter,andledmeoutofthefairtoaninn,wherehehadasaddleandbridleready.HegavemeagoodfeedofoatsandstoodbywhileIateit,talkingtohimselfandtalkingtome.HalfanhourafterwewereonourwaytoLondon,throughpleasantlanesandcountryroads,untilwecameintothegreatLondonthoroughfare,onwhichwetraveledsteadily,tillinthetwilightwereachedthegreatcity.Thegaslampswerealreadylighted;therewerestreetstotheright,andstreetstotheleft,andstreetscrossingeachother,formileuponmile.Ithoughtweshouldnevercometotheendofthem.Atlast,inpassingthroughone,wecametoalongcabstand,whenmyridercalledoutinacheeryvoice,“Good-night,governor!”

           “Halloo!”criedavoice.“Haveyougotagoodone?”

           “Ithinkso,”repliedmyowner

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