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It was on the summit, where the considerate Boutigo gave us a minute's pause to rearrange ourselves and our belongings, that we slipped into easy and general talk. An old countryman, with an empty poultry-basket on his knees, and a battered top-hat on the back of his head, gave us the cue.
A bundle and a tin box were hoisted up by Boutigo, and a girl climbed in. It was 'Liza. "Oh, good morning!" stammered the little painter. "I'm going to stay with my aunt in Truro, and seek service," the girl announced, keeping her eye upon him, and her colour down with an effort. "Where are you bound?" "I? Oh, I travel about, now in one place, next day in another always moving.
"Now," the old man continued, "turn your looks to the right and mark the face of Tregarrick town-clock. You see it, hey?" and I had time to read the hour on its dial before Boutigo jolted us over the ridge and out of sight of it "Well, carry them two things in your mind: for they mazed Dan'l Best an' murdered his brother Hughie."
Now and then it halted to take up a passenger or a parcel; and on these occasions Boutigo produced a couple of big stones from his hip-pockets and slipped them under the hind-wheels, while we, his patrons within the van, tilted at an angle of 15° upon cushions of American cloth, sought for new centres of gravity, and earnestly desired the summit.
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