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‘
To
move
a
box
,
’
I
answered
.
‘
Wot
box
?
’
said
the
long
-
legged
young
man
.
I
told
him
mine
,
which
was
down
that
street
there
,
and
which
I
wanted
him
to
take
to
the
Dover
coach
office
for
sixpence
.
‘
Done
with
you
for
a
tanner
!
’
said
the
long
-
legged
young
man
,
and
directly
got
upon
his
cart
,
which
was
nothing
but
a
large
wooden
tray
on
wheels
,
and
rattled
away
at
such
a
rate
,
that
it
was
as
much
as
I
could
do
to
keep
pace
with
the
donkey
.
There
was
a
defiant
manner
about
this
young
man
,
and
particularly
about
the
way
in
which
he
chewed
straw
as
he
spoke
to
me
,
that
I
did
not
much
like
;
as
the
bargain
was
made
,
however
,
I
took
him
upstairs
to
the
room
I
was
leaving
,
and
we
brought
the
box
down
,
and
put
it
on
his
cart
.
Now
,
I
was
unwilling
to
put
the
direction
-
card
on
there
,
lest
any
of
my
landlord
’
s
family
should
fathom
what
I
was
doing
,
and
detain
me
;
so
I
said
to
the
young
man
that
I
would
be
glad
if
he
would
stop
for
a
minute
,
when
he
came
to
the
dead
-
wall
of
the
King
’
s
Bench
prison
.
The
words
were
no
sooner
out
of
my
mouth
,
than
he
rattled
away
as
if
he
,
my
box
,
the
cart
,
and
the
donkey
,
were
all
equally
mad
;
and
I
was
quite
out
of
breath
with
running
and
calling
after
him
,
when
I
caught
him
at
the
place
appointed
.
Being
much
flushed
and
excited
,
I
tumbled
my
half
-
guinea
out
of
my
pocket
in
pulling
the
card
out
.
I
put
it
in
my
mouth
for
safety
,
and
though
my
hands
trembled
a
good
deal
,
had
just
tied
the
card
on
very
much
to
my
satisfaction
,
when
I
felt
myself
violently
chucked
under
the
chin
by
the
long
-
legged
young
man
,
and
saw
my
half
-
guinea
fly
out
of
my
mouth
into
his
hand
.
‘
Wot
!
’
said
the
young
man
,
seizing
me
by
my
jacket
collar
,
with
a
frightful
grin
.
‘
This
is
a
pollis
case
,
is
it
?
You
’
re
a
-
going
to
bolt
,
are
you
?
Come
to
the
pollis
,
you
young
warmin
,
come
to
the
pollis
!
’
‘
You
give
me
my
money
back
,
if
you
please
,
’
said
I
,
very
much
frightened
;
‘
and
leave
me
alone
’
‘
Come
to
the
pollis
!
’
said
the
young
man
.
‘
You
shall
prove
it
yourn
to
the
pollis
.
’
