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Stubmore called him into his own countinghouse, where stood a gentleman, with one hand in his coatpocket, the other tapping his whip against his boot. "Philips, show this gentleman the brown mare. She is a beauty in harness, is she not? This gentleman wants a match for his pheaton." "She must step very hoigh," said the gentleman, turning round: and Philip recognised the beau in the stage-coach.
Well, so I suppose you are surprised to see me here without my pheaton?" "I wish I had never seen you at all," replied Philip, uncourteously, and restoring his money to his pocket; "your fraud upon Mr. Stubmore, and your assurance that you knew me, have sent me adrift upon the world."
Do you know a good-looking chap with whiskers, who talks of his pheaton, and was riding last night on a brown mare?" "Y e s!" said Mr. Stubmore, growing rather pale, "and I knows the mare, too. Why, sir, I sold him that mare!" "Did he pay you for her?" "Why, to be sure, he gave me a cheque on Coutts." "And you took it! My eyes! what a flat!" Here Mr.
Don't cry, Will, it is all for your own good I hates cant! Whereas I, my own master from eighteen, never stooped to serve any other have dressed like a gentleman kissed the pretty girls drove my pheaton been in all the papers as 'the celebrated Dashing Jerry' never wanted a guinea in my pocket, and even when lagged at last, had a pretty little sum in the colonial bank to lighten my misfortunes.
Sharp closed the orbs he had invoked, and whistled with that self-hugging delight which men invariably feel when another man is taken in. Mr. Stubmore became evidently nervous. "Why, what now; you don't think I'm done? I did not let him have the mare till I went to the hotel, found he was cutting a great dash there, a groom, a pheaton, and a fine horse, and as extravagant as the devil!" "O Lord!
Don't cry, Will, it is all for your own good I hates cant! Whereas I, my own master from eighteen, never stooped to serve any other have dressed like a gentleman kissed the pretty girls drove my pheaton been in all the papers as 'the celebrated Dashing Jerry' never wanted a guinea in my pocket, and even when lagged at last, had a pretty little sum in the colonial bank to lighten my misfortunes.
Stubmore called him into his own countinghouse, where stood a gentleman, with one hand in his coatpocket, the other tapping his whip against his boot. "Philips, show this gentleman the brown mare. She is a beauty in harness, is she not? This gentleman wants a match for his pheaton." "She must step very hoigh," said the gentleman, turning round: and Philip recognised the beau in the stage-coach.
Sharp closed the orbs he had invoked, and whistled with that self-hugging delight which men invariably feel when another man is taken in. Mr. Stubmore became evidently nervous. "Why, what now; you don't think I'm done? I did not let him have the mare till I went to the hotel, found he was cutting a great dash there, a groom, a pheaton, and a fine horse, and as extravagant as the devil!" "O Lord!
Well, so I suppose you are surprised to see me here without my pheaton?" "I wish I had never seen you at all," replied Philip, uncourteously, and restoring his money to his pocket; "your fraud upon Mr. Stubmore, and your assurance that you knew me, have sent me adrift upon the world."
"What's one man's meat is another man's poison," said the captain, philosophically; "no use fretting, care killed a cat. I am as badly off as you; for, hang me, if there was not a Bow Street runner in the town. I caught his eye fixed on me like a gimlet: so I bolted went to N , left my pheaton and groom there for the present, and have doubled back, to bauffle pursuit, and cut across the country.
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