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Betimes the next day we hired a fly-coach for a chaise could never have held us and my father's books and jogged through a labyrinth of villanous lanes which no Marshal Wade had ever reformed from their primal chaos. But poor Mrs. Primmins!
Betimes the next day we hired a fly-coach for a chaise could never have held us and my father's books and jogged through a labyrinth of villanous lanes which no Marshal Wade had ever reformed from their primal chaos. But poor Mrs. Primmins!
The fly-coach came to a full stop. "Let us get out," cried I, opening the door, and springing to the ground to set the example. Blanche followed, and my respected parents came next. But when Mrs. Primmins was about to heave herself into movement "Papce!" said my father. "I think, Mrs. Primmins, you must remain in, to keep the books steady." "Lord love you!" cried Mrs. Primmins, aghast.
Finally, the fly-coach once more received us all, all but poor Blanche, and we looked round and missed her. Alma Mater! Alma Mater! New-fashioned folks, with their large theories of education, may find fault with thee.
Finally, the fly-coach once more received us all, all but poor Blanche, and we looked round and missed her. Alma Mater! Alma Mater! New-fashioned folks, with their large theories of education, may find fault with thee.
As it is, however, we have plenty more rooms here and there, only, of late," continued my uncle, slightly changing color, "I had no money to spare. But come," he resumed with an evident effort, "come and see my barrack; it is on the other side of the hall, and made out of what no doubt were the butteries." We reached the yard, and found the fly-coach had just crawled to the door.
The fly-coach came to a full stop. "Let us get out," cried I, opening the door, and springing to the ground to set the example. Blanche followed, and my respected parents came next. But when Mrs. Primmins was about to heave herself into movement, "Papce!" said my father. "I think, Mrs. Primmins, you must remain in, to keep the books steady." "Lord love you!" cried Mrs. Primmins, aghast.
As it is, however, we have plenty more rooms here and there, only, of late," continued my uncle, slightly changing color, "I had no money to spare. But come," he resumed with an evident effort, "come and see my barrack; it is on the other side of the hall, and made out of what no doubt were the butteries." We reached the yard, and found the fly-coach had just crawled to the door.
Next morning, by seven o'clock, we got into a fly-coach for the capital of Scotland, which we reached after a heavy journey about the same hour in the evening, and put up at the public where it stopped till the next day; for really both me and Mrs Balwhidder were worn out with the undertaking, and found a cup of tea a vast refreshment.
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