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"Well?" I inquired

"Eyes," said he, rubbing his chin very hard, as one at a loss,

"eyes, i-dentical--nose, sa, same--Lord love me!"

"Pembry would be nearer," said I, "and the sooner he is between

the sheets the better"

"Ah!" exclai out

the word unduly, "and talking o' sheets and beds--what about er? I started o, and 'ere's only one--what

about Number That about--'er?"

"Her!" I repeated

"'Er as ith 'i wi'

Number One all the way from London 'er as run away from Number

One into the wood, yonder, what about Nuotten her!"

"Forgotten?" repeated the Postilion, "Oh, Lord, yes!" and leaning

over, he winked one eye, very deliberately; "forgotten 'er--ah!

--to be sure--of course!" and he winked again

"What do you mean?" I demanded, nettled by the fellow's manner