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‘
What
has
he
been
doing
?
’
said
Mr
Abel
,
tying
a
shawl
round
his
neck
as
he
came
down
the
steps
.
‘
He
’
s
enough
to
fret
a
man
’
s
heart
out
,
’
replied
the
hostler
.
‘
He
is
the
most
wicious
rascal
—
Woa
then
,
will
you
?
’
‘
He
’
ll
never
stand
still
,
if
you
call
him
names
,
’
said
Mr
Abel
,
getting
in
,
and
taking
the
reins
.
‘
He
’
s
a
very
good
fellow
if
you
know
how
to
manage
him
.
This
is
the
first
time
he
has
been
out
,
this
long
while
,
for
he
has
lost
his
old
driver
and
wouldn
’
t
stir
for
anybody
else
,
till
this
morning
.
The
lamps
are
right
,
are
they
?
That
’
s
well
.
Be
here
to
take
him
to
-
morrow
,
if
you
please
.
Good
night
!
’
And
,
after
one
or
two
strange
plunges
,
quite
of
his
own
invention
,
the
pony
yielded
to
Mr
Abel
’
s
mildness
,
and
trotted
gently
off
.
All
this
time
Mr
Chuckster
had
been
standing
at
the
door
,
and
the
small
servant
had
been
afraid
to
approach
.
She
had
nothing
for
it
now
,
therefore
,
but
to
run
after
the
chaise
,
and
to
call
to
Mr
Abel
to
stop
.
Being
out
of
breath
when
she
came
up
with
it
,
she
was
unable
to
make
him
hear
.
The
case
was
desperate
;
for
the
pony
was
quickening
his
pace
.
The
Marchioness
hung
on
behind
for
a
few
moments
,
and
,
feeling
that
she
could
go
no
farther
,
and
must
soon
yield
,
clambered
by
a
vigorous
effort
into
the
hinder
seat
,
and
in
so
doing
lost
one
of
the
shoes
for
ever
.
Mr
Abel
being
in
a
thoughtful
frame
of
mind
,
and
having
quite
enough
to
do
to
keep
the
pony
going
,
went
jogging
on
without
looking
round
:
little
dreaming
of
the
strange
figure
that
was
close
behind
him
,
until
the
Marchioness
,
having
in
some
degree
recovered
her
breath
,
and
the
loss
of
her
shoe
,
and
the
novelty
of
her
position
,
uttered
close
into
his
ear
,
the
words
—
‘
I
say
,
Sir
’
—
He
turned
his
head
quickly
enough
then
,
and
stopping
the
pony
,
cried
,
with
some
trepidation
,
‘
God
bless
me
,
what
is
this
!
’
‘
Don
’
t
be
frightened
,
Sir
,
’
replied
the
still
panting
messenger
.
‘
Oh
I
’
ve
run
such
a
way
after
you
!
’
‘
What
do
you
want
with
me
?
’
said
Mr
Abel
.
