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"I am sorry for what has happened, sir, and above all that you think you have good reason for complaint, inasmuch as I only did my duty, for how was I to imagine that your postillion had called you a messenger on his own responsibility." "That's all very well, sir, but your sense of duty need not have made you drive me from your room." "I was in need of sleep."
'I fear they will feed us on nothing but that big word. It booms a curfew bell for every poor little light that we would read by. Seeing their beacon-nosed postillion preparing too mount and failing in his jump, Redworth was apprehensive, and questioned the fellow concerning potation.
"Then," said I, "for what do you take me?" "Why, for some runaway young gentleman," said the postillion. "No offence, I hope?" "None at all; no one is offended at being taken or mistaken for a young gentleman, whether runaway or not; but from whence do you suppose I have run away?" "Why, from college," said the man: "no offence?" "None whatever; and what induced me to run away from college?"
I felt so ashamed to have been taken in by a lad without any knowledge of the world. I lay down on a bed and slept till the postillion aroused me by coming in with the runaway, who looked half dead.
"There they are," said the postillion, softly, nodding towards two individuals, in one of whom I recognized the man in black, and in the other Mr. Platitude; "there they are; have a good look at them, while I go and get ready." The man in black and Mr. Platitude were walking up and down the yard, Mr.
At the next stage, the postillion, who was going back, asked for his money, and the chevalier answered that he had none.
As the postillion spoke this, Maria made a cadence so melancholy, so tender and querulous, that I sprung out of the chaise to help her, and found myself sitting betwixt her and her goat before I relapsed from my enthusiasm. Maria look'd wistfully for some time at me, and then at her goat and then at me and then at her goat again, and so on, alternately
'I ought to think so, said Evan, mastering the shrewd unpleasantness he felt in the colloquy forced on him. 'Oh, you! you're a gentleman! the postillion ejaculated. 'You see I have no money. 'Feel it, too, sir. 'I am sorry you should be the victim. 'Victim! the postillion seized on an objectionable word. 'I ain't no victim, unless you was up to a joke with me, sir, just now.
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