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'
I
think
not
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Maylie
,
taking
it
back
.
'
I
will
wait
until
to-morrow
.
'
With
these
words
,
she
gave
Oliver
her
purse
,
and
he
started
off
,
without
more
delay
,
at
the
greatest
speed
he
could
muster
.
Swiftly
he
ran
across
the
fields
,
and
down
the
little
lanes
which
sometimes
divided
them
:
now
almost
hidden
by
the
high
corn
on
either
side
,
and
now
emerging
on
an
open
field
,
where
the
mowers
and
haymakers
were
busy
at
their
work
:
nor
did
he
stop
once
,
save
now
and
then
,
for
a
few
seconds
,
to
recover
breath
,
until
he
came
,
in
a
great
heat
,
and
covered
with
dust
,
on
the
little
market-place
of
the
market-town
.
Here
he
paused
,
and
looked
about
for
the
inn
.
There
were
a
white
bank
,
and
a
red
brewery
,
and
a
yellow
town-hall
;
and
in
one
corner
there
was
a
large
house
,
with
all
the
wood
about
it
painted
green
:
before
which
was
the
sign
of
'
The
George
.
'
To
this
he
hastened
,
as
soon
as
it
caught
his
eye
.
He
spoke
to
a
postboy
who
was
dozing
under
the
gateway
;
and
who
,
after
hearing
what
he
wanted
,
referred
him
to
the
ostler
;
who
after
hearing
all
he
had
to
say
again
,
referred
him
to
the
landlord
;
who
was
a
tall
gentleman
in
a
blue
neckcloth
,
a
white
hat
,
drab
breeches
,
and
boots
with
tops
to
match
,
leaning
against
a
pump
by
the
stable-door
,
picking
his
teeth
with
a
silver
toothpick
.
This
gentleman
walked
with
much
deliberation
into
the
bar
to
make
out
the
bill
:
which
took
a
long
time
making
out
:
and
after
it
was
ready
,
and
paid
,
a
horse
had
to
be
saddled
,
and
a
man
to
be
dressed
,
which
took
up
ten
good
minutes
more
.
Meanwhile
Oliver
was
in
such
a
desperate
state
of
impatience
and
anxiety
,
that
he
felt
as
if
he
could
have
jumped
upon
the
horse
himself
,
and
galloped
away
,
full
tear
,
to
the
next
stage
.
At
length
,
all
was
ready
;
and
the
little
parcel
having
been
handed
up
,
with
many
injunctions
and
entreaties
for
its
speedy
delivery
,
the
man
set
spurs
to
his
horse
,
and
rattling
over
the
uneven
paving
of
the
market-place
,
was
out
of
the
town
,
and
galloping
along
the
turnpike-road
,
in
a
couple
of
minutes
.
As
it
was
something
to
feel
certain
that
assistance
was
sent
for
,
and
that
no
time
had
been
lost
,
Oliver
hurried
up
the
inn-yard
,
with
a
somewhat
lighter
heart
.
He
was
turning
out
of
the
gateway
when
he
accidently
stumbled
against
a
tall
man
wrapped
in
a
cloak
,
who
was
at
that
moment
coming
out
of
the
inn
door
.
'
Hah
!
'
cried
the
man
,
fixing
his
eyes
on
Oliver
,
and
suddenly
recoiling
.
'
What
the
devil
's
this
?
'
