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There
would
have
been
a
comfort
in
giving
her
Christian
burial
.
"
Come
,
sir
,
bestir
yourself
!
Help
this
rascal
to
set
up
the
coach
,
"
said
the
hobgoblin
to
me
;
then
,
with
a
terrific
screech
at
three
countrymen
at
a
distance
,
"
Here
,
you
fellows
,
ain
’
t
you
ashamed
to
stand
off
when
a
poor
woman
is
in
distress
?
"
The
countrymen
,
instead
of
fleeing
for
their
lives
,
came
running
at
full
speed
,
and
laid
hold
of
the
topsy
-
turvy
coach
.
I
,
also
,
though
a
small
-
sized
man
,
went
to
work
like
a
son
of
Anak
.
The
coachman
,
too
,
with
the
blood
still
streaming
from
his
nose
,
tugged
and
toiled
most
manfully
,
dreading
,
doubtless
,
that
the
next
blow
might
break
his
head
.
And
yet
,
bemauled
as
the
poor
fellow
had
been
,
he
seemed
to
glance
at
me
with
an
eye
of
pity
,
as
if
my
case
were
more
deplorable
than
his
.
But
I
cherished
a
hope
that
all
would
turn
out
a
dream
,
and
seized
the
opportunity
,
as
we
raised
the
coach
,
to
jam
two
of
my
fingers
under
the
wheel
,
trusting
that
the
pain
would
awaken
me
.
"
Why
,
here
we
are
,
all
to
rights
again
!
"
exclaimed
a
sweet
voice
behind
.
"
Thank
you
for
your
assistance
,
gentlemen
.
My
dear
Mr
.
Bullfrog
,
how
you
perspire
!
Do
let
me
wipe
your
face
.
Don
’
t
take
this
little
accident
too
much
to
heart
,
good
driver
.
We
ought
to
be
thankful
that
none
of
our
necks
are
broken
.
"
"
We
might
have
spared
one
neck
out
of
the
three
,
"
muttered
the
driver
,
rubbing
his
ear
and
pulling
his
nose
,
to
ascertain
whether
he
had
been
cuffed
or
not
.
"
Why
,
the
woman
’
s
a
witch
!
"
I
fear
that
the
reader
will
not
believe
,
yet
it
is
positively
a
fact
,
that
there
stood
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
,
with
her
glossy
ringlets
curling
on
her
brow
,
and
two
rows
of
orient
pearls
gleaming
between
her
parted
lips
,
which
wore
a
most
angelic
smile
.
She
had
regained
her
riding
habit
and
calash
from
the
grisly
phantom
,
and
was
,
in
all
respects
,
the
lovely
woman
who
had
been
sitting
by
my
side
at
the
instant
of
our
overturn
.
How
she
had
happened
to
disappear
,
and
who
had
supplied
her
place
,
and
whence
she
did
now
return
,
were
problems
too
knotty
for
me
to
solve
.
There
stood
my
wife
.
That
was
the
one
thing
certain
among
a
heap
of
mysteries
.
Nothing
remained
but
to
help
her
into
the
coach
,
and
plod
on
,
through
the
journey
of
the
day
and
the
journey
of
life
,
as
comfortably
as
we
could
.
As
the
driver
closed
the
door
upon
us
,
I
heard
him
whisper
to
the
three
countrymen
,
"
How
do
you
suppose
a
fellow
feels
shut
up
in
the
cage
with
a
she
tiger
?
"
Of
course
this
query
could
have
no
reference
to
my
situation
.
Yet
,
unreasonable
as
it
may
appear
,
I
confess
that
my
feelings
were
not
altogether
so
ecstatic
as
when
I
first
called
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
mine
.
True
,
she
was
a
sweet
woman
and
an
angel
of
a
wife
;
but
what
if
a
Gorgon
should
return
,
amid
the
transports
of
our
connubial
bliss
,
and
take
the
angel
’
s
place
.
I
recollected
the
tale
of
a
fairy
,
who
half
the
time
was
a
beautiful
woman
and
half
the
time
a
hideous
monster
.
Had
I
taken
that
very
fairy
to
be
the
wife
of
my
bosom
?
While
such
whims
and
chimeras
were
flitting
across
my
fancy
I
began
to
look
askance
at
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
,
almost
expecting
that
the
transformation
would
be
wrought
before
my
eyes
.
To
divert
my
mind
,
I
took
up
the
newspaper
which
had
covered
the
little
basket
of
refreshments
,
and
which
now
lay
at
the
bottom
of
the
coach
,
blushing
with
a
deep
-
red
stain
and
emitting
a
potent
spirituous
fume
from
the
contents
of
the
broken
bottle
of
Kalydor
.
The
paper
was
two
or
three
years
old
,
but
contained
an
article
of
several
columns
,
in
which
I
soon
grew
wonderfully
interested
.
It
was
the
report
of
a
trial
for
breach
of
promise
of
marriage
,
giving
the
testimony
in
full
,
with
fervid
extracts
from
both
the
gentleman
’
s
and
lady
’
s
amatory
correspondence
.
The
deserted
damsel
had
personally
appeared
in
court
,
and
had
borne
energetic
evidence
to
her
lover
’
s
perfidy
and
the
strength
of
her
blighted
affections
.
On
the
defendant
’
s
part
there
had
been
an
attempt
,
though
insufficiently
sustained
,
to
blast
the
plaintiff
’
s
character
,
and
a
plea
,
in
mitigation
of
damages
,
on
account
of
her
unamiable
temper
.
A
horrible
idea
was
suggested
by
the
lady
’
s
name
.
"
Madam
,
"
said
I
,
holding
the
newspaper
before
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
’
s
eyes
,
—
and
,
though
a
small
,
delicate
,
and
thin
-
visaged
man
,
I
feel
assured
that
I
looked
very
terrific
,
—
"
madam
,
"
repeated
I
,
through
my
shut
teeth
,
"
were
you
the
plaintiff
in
this
cause
?
"
