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For
good
,
too
;
though
,
in
consequence
of
my
previous
emotions
,
I
was
still
occasionally
seized
with
a
stormy
sob
.
After
we
had
jogged
on
for
some
little
time
,
I
asked
the
carrier
if
he
was
going
all
the
way
.
‘
All
the
way
where
?
’
inquired
the
carrier
.
‘
There
,
’
I
said
.
‘
Where
’
s
there
?
’
inquired
the
carrier
.
‘
Near
London
,
’
I
said
.
‘
Why
that
horse
,
’
said
the
carrier
,
jerking
the
rein
to
point
him
out
,
‘
would
be
deader
than
pork
afore
he
got
over
half
the
ground
.
’
‘
Are
you
only
going
to
Yarmouth
then
?
’
I
asked
.
‘
That
’
s
about
it
,
’
said
the
carrier
.
‘
And
there
I
shall
take
you
to
the
stage
-
cutch
,
and
the
stage
-
cutch
that
’
ll
take
you
to
—
wherever
it
is
.
’
As
this
was
a
great
deal
for
the
carrier
(
whose
name
was
Mr
.
Barkis
)
to
say
—
he
being
,
as
I
observed
in
a
former
chapter
,
of
a
phlegmatic
temperament
,
and
not
at
all
conversational
—
I
offered
him
a
cake
as
a
mark
of
attention
,
which
he
ate
at
one
gulp
,
exactly
like
an
elephant
,
and
which
made
no
more
impression
on
his
big
face
than
it
would
have
done
on
an
elephant
’
s
.
