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‘
The
ill
-
looking
gentleman
received
his
three
-
cornered
hat
in
silence
,
looked
at
the
hole
in
the
middle
with
an
inquiring
air
,
and
finally
stuck
it
on
the
top
of
his
wig
with
a
solemnity
the
effect
of
which
was
a
trifle
impaired
by
his
sneezing
violently
at
the
moment
,
and
jerking
it
off
again
.
‘
"
All
right
!
"
cried
the
guard
with
the
lantern
,
mounting
into
his
little
seat
behind
.
Away
they
went
.
My
uncle
peeped
out
of
the
coach
window
as
they
emerged
from
the
yard
,
and
observed
that
the
other
mails
,
with
coachmen
,
guards
,
horses
,
and
passengers
,
complete
,
were
driving
round
and
round
in
circles
,
at
a
slow
trot
of
about
five
miles
an
hour
.
My
uncle
burned
with
indignation
,
gentlemen
.
As
a
commercial
man
,
he
felt
that
the
mail
-
bags
were
not
to
be
trifled
with
,
and
he
resolved
to
memorialise
the
Post
Office
on
the
subject
,
the
very
instant
he
reached
London
.
‘
At
present
,
however
,
his
thoughts
were
occupied
with
the
young
lady
who
sat
in
the
farthest
corner
of
the
coach
,
with
her
face
muffled
closely
in
her
hood
;
the
gentleman
with
the
sky
-
blue
coat
sitting
opposite
to
her
;
the
other
man
in
the
plum
-
coloured
suit
,
by
her
side
;
and
both
watching
her
intently
.
If
she
so
much
as
rustled
the
folds
of
her
hood
,
he
could
hear
the
ill
-
looking
man
clap
his
hand
upon
his
sword
,
and
could
tell
by
the
other
’
s
breathing
(
it
was
so
dark
he
couldn
’
t
see
his
face
)
that
he
was
looking
as
big
as
if
he
were
going
to
devour
her
at
a
mouthful
.
This
roused
my
uncle
more
and
more
,
and
he
resolved
,
come
what
might
,
to
see
the
end
of
it
.
He
had
a
great
admiration
for
bright
eyes
,
and
sweet
faces
,
and
pretty
legs
and
feet
;
in
short
,
he
was
fond
of
the
whole
sex
.
It
runs
in
our
family
,
gentleman
—
so
am
I
.
‘
Many
were
the
devices
which
my
uncle
practised
,
to
attract
the
lady
’
s
attention
,
or
at
all
events
,
to
engage
the
mysterious
gentlemen
in
conversation
.
They
were
all
in
vain
;
the
gentlemen
wouldn
’
t
talk
,
and
the
lady
didn
’
t
dare
.
He
thrust
his
head
out
of
the
coach
window
at
intervals
,
and
bawled
out
to
know
why
they
didn
’
t
go
faster
.
But
he
called
till
he
was
hoarse
;
nobody
paid
the
least
attention
to
him
.
He
leaned
back
in
the
coach
,
and
thought
of
the
beautiful
face
,
and
the
feet
and
legs
.
This
answered
better
;
it
whiled
away
the
time
,
and
kept
him
from
wondering
where
he
was
going
,
and
how
it
was
that
he
found
himself
in
such
an
odd
situation
.
Not
that
this
would
have
worried
him
much
,
anyway
—
he
was
a
mighty
free
and
easy
,
roving
,
devil
-
may
-
care
sort
of
person
,
was
my
uncle
,
gentlemen
.
‘
All
of
a
sudden
the
coach
stopped
.
"
Hollo
!
"
said
my
uncle
,
"
what
’
s
in
the
wind
now
?
"
‘
"
Alight
here
,
"
said
the
guard
,
letting
down
the
steps
.
‘
"
Here
!
"
cried
my
uncle
.
‘
"
Here
,
"
rejoined
the
guard
.
