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Containing the Story of the Bagman’s Uncle

           Ihavenohopebutinyou!"

           ‘Therewassuchanexpressionofterrorinherbeautifulface,thatmyunclemadeuphismindatonce.Heliftedherintothecoach,toldhernottobefrightened,pressedhislipstohersoncemore,andthenadvisinghertodrawupthewindowtokeepthecoldairout,mountedtothebox.

           ‘"Stay,love,"criedtheyounglady.

           ‘"What’sthematter?"saidmyuncle,fromthecoach-box.

           ‘"Iwanttospeaktoyou,"saidtheyounglady;"onlyaword.Onlyoneword,dearest."

           ‘"MustIgetdown?"inquiredmyuncle.Theladymadenoanswer,butshesmiledagain.Suchasmile,gentlemen!Itbeattheotherone,alltonothing.Myuncledescendedfromhisperchinatwinkling.

           ‘"Whatisit,mydear?"saidmyuncle,lookinginatthecoachwindow.Theladyhappenedtobendforwardatthesametime,andmyunclethoughtshelookedmorebeautifulthanshehaddoneyet.Hewasveryclosetoherjustthen,gentlemen,sohereallyoughttoknow.

           ‘"Whatisit,mydear?"saidmyuncle.

           ‘"Willyouneverloveanyonebutmenevermarryanyonebeside?"saidtheyounglady.

           ‘Myunclesworeagreatoaththatheneverwouldmarryanybodyelse,andtheyoungladydrewinherhead,andpulledupthewindow.

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