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"
Oh
,
no
,
my
sweet
Laura
!
"
replied
I
,
still
playing
with
the
glossy
ringlet
.
"
Even
your
fair
hand
could
not
manage
a
curl
more
delicately
than
mine
.
I
propose
myself
the
pleasure
of
doing
up
your
hair
in
papers
every
evening
at
the
same
time
with
my
own
.
"
"
Mr
.
Bullfrog
,
"
repeated
she
,
"
you
must
not
disarrange
my
curls
.
"
This
was
spoken
in
a
more
decided
tone
than
I
had
happened
to
hear
,
until
then
,
from
my
gentlest
of
all
gentle
brides
.
At
the
same
time
she
put
up
her
hand
and
took
mine
prisoner
;
but
merely
drew
it
away
from
the
forbidden
ringlet
,
and
then
immediately
released
it
.
Now
,
I
am
a
fidgety
little
man
,
and
always
love
to
have
something
in
my
fingers
;
so
that
,
being
debarred
from
my
wife
’
s
curls
,
I
looked
about
me
for
any
other
plaything
.
On
the
front
seat
of
the
coach
there
was
one
of
those
small
baskets
in
which
travelling
ladies
who
are
too
delicate
to
appear
at
a
public
table
generally
carry
a
supply
of
gingerbread
,
biscuits
and
cheese
,
cold
ham
,
and
other
light
refreshments
,
merely
to
sustain
nature
to
the
journey
’
s
end
.
Such
airy
diet
will
sometimes
keep
them
in
pretty
good
flesh
for
a
week
together
.
Laying
hold
of
this
same
little
basket
,
I
thrust
my
hand
under
the
newspaper
with
which
it
was
carefully
covered
.
"
What
’
s
this
,
my
dear
?
"
cried
I
;
for
the
black
neck
of
a
bottle
had
popped
out
of
the
basket
.
"
A
bottle
of
Kalydor
,
Mr
.
Bullfrog
,
"
said
my
wife
,
coolly
taking
the
basket
from
my
hands
and
replacing
it
on
the
front
seat
.
There
was
no
possibility
of
doubting
my
wife
’
s
word
;
but
I
never
knew
genuine
Kalydor
,
such
as
I
use
for
my
own
complexion
,
to
smell
so
much
like
cherry
brandy
.
I
was
about
to
express
my
fears
that
the
lotion
would
injure
her
skin
,
when
an
accident
occurred
which
threatened
more
than
a
skin
-
deep
injury
.
Our
Jehu
had
carelessly
driven
over
a
heap
of
gravel
and
fairly
capsized
the
coach
,
with
the
wheels
in
the
air
and
our
heels
where
our
heads
should
have
been
.
What
became
of
my
wits
I
cannot
imagine
;
they
have
always
had
a
perverse
trick
of
deserting
me
just
when
they
were
most
needed
;
but
so
it
chanced
,
that
in
the
confusion
of
our
overthrow
I
quite
forgot
that
there
was
a
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
in
the
world
.
Like
many
men
’
s
wives
,
the
good
lady
served
her
husband
as
a
steppingstone
.
I
had
scrambled
out
of
the
coach
and
was
instinctively
settling
my
cravat
,
when
somebody
brushed
roughly
by
me
,
and
I
heard
a
smart
thwack
upon
the
coachman
’
s
ear
.
"
Take
that
,
you
villain
!
"
cried
a
strange
,
hoarse
voice
.
"
You
have
ruined
me
,
you
blackguard
!
I
shall
never
be
the
woman
I
have
been
!
"
And
then
came
a
second
thwack
,
aimed
at
the
driver
’
s
other
ear
;
but
which
missed
it
,
and
hit
him
on
the
nose
,
causing
a
terrible
effusion
of
blood
.
Now
,
who
or
what
fearful
apparition
was
inflicting
this
punishment
on
the
poor
fellow
remained
an
impenetrable
mystery
to
me
.
The
blows
were
given
by
a
person
of
grisly
aspect
,
with
a
head
almost
bald
,
and
sunken
cheeks
,
apparently
of
the
feminine
gender
,
though
hardly
to
be
classed
in
the
gentler
sex
.
There
being
no
teeth
to
modulate
the
voice
,
it
had
a
mumbled
fierceness
,
not
passionate
,
but
stern
,
which
absolutely
made
me
quiver
like
calf
’
s
-
foot
jelly
.
Who
could
the
phantom
be
?
The
most
awful
circumstance
of
the
affair
is
yet
to
be
told
:
for
this
ogre
,
or
whatever
it
was
,
had
a
riding
habit
like
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
’
s
,
and
also
a
green
silk
calash
dangling
down
her
back
by
the
strings
.
In
my
terror
and
turmoil
of
mind
I
could
imagine
nothing
less
than
that
the
Old
Nick
,
at
the
moment
of
our
overturn
,
had
annihilated
my
wife
and
jumped
into
her
petticoats
.
This
idea
seemed
the
most
probable
,
since
I
could
nowhere
perceive
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
alive
,
nor
,
though
I
looked
very
sharply
about
the
coach
,
could
I
detect
any
traces
of
that
beloved
woman
’
s
dead
body
.
