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In due season I cah

Street, presently observed a fine inn upon the right-hand side of

the hich, as I remember, is called "The Chequers" And

here were divers loiterers, lounging round the door, or seated

upon the benches; but the eyes of all were turned the one way

And presently, as I paused before the inn, to look up at its

snohite plaster, and massive cross-beams, there issued from the

stable yard one in a striped waistcoat, with top-boots and a red

face, who took a straw froan to chew it

meditatively; to whom I now addressed myself

"Good afternoon!" said I

"Arternoon!" he answered

"A fine day!" said I

"Is it?" said he

"Why--to be sure it is," said I, somewhat taken aback by his

manner; "to be sure it is"

"Oh!" said he, and shifted the straw very dexterously froency, and

stared up the road harder than ever

"What are you looking at?" I inquired

"'Ill," said he

"And why do you look at the hill?"

"Mail," said he

"Oh!" said I

"Ah!" said he

"Is it the London coach?"