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"
O
,
dam
,
"
said
young
James
,
starting
up
,
as
if
in
some
alarm
,
"
I
'll
go
.
"
"
What
!
"
said
Miss
Crawley
.
"
The
Tom
Cribb
's
Arms
,
"
said
James
,
blushing
deeply
.
Miss
Crawley
burst
out
laughing
at
this
title
.
Mr.
Bowls
gave
one
abrupt
guffaw
,
as
a
confidential
servant
of
the
family
,
but
choked
the
rest
of
the
volley
;
the
diplomatist
only
smiled
.
"
I
--
I
did
n't
know
any
better
,
"
said
James
,
looking
down
.
"
I
've
never
been
here
before
;
it
was
the
coachman
told
me
.
"
The
young
story-teller
!
The
fact
is
,
that
on
the
Southampton
coach
,
the
day
previous
,
James
Crawley
had
met
the
Tutbury
Pet
,
who
was
coming
to
Brighton
to
make
a
match
with
the
Rottingdean
Fibber
;
and
enchanted
by
the
Pet
's
conversation
,
had
passed
the
evening
in
company
with
that
scientific
man
and
his
friends
,
at
the
inn
in
question
.
"
I
--
I
'd
best
go
and
settle
the
score
,
"
James
continued
.
"
Could
n't
think
of
asking
you
,
Ma'am
,
"
he
added
,
generously
.
This
delicacy
made
his
aunt
laugh
the
more
.
"
Go
and
settle
the
bill
,
Bowls
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
wave
of
her
hand
,
"
and
bring
it
to
me
.
"
Poor
lady
,
she
did
not
know
what
she
had
done
!
"
There
--
there
's
a
little
dawg
,
"
said
James
,
looking
frightfully
guilty
.
"
I
'd
best
go
for
him
.
He
bites
footmen
's
calves
.
"
