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"Who indeed?" said I, setting down reat deal better"

"Why, nobody!" nodded the Postilion, "not a soul till we opened

our h, for entleman, bein' naked, an' not likin' it (which would

only be nat'ral), would fall a-swearin' 'eavens 'ard, da, an' never stop to think, while

I--not bein' born to it--should stand there a-shiverin' an'

tryin' a curse or two myself, maybe--but Lord! mine wouldn't

aifted, nor yet

born to it--an' this brings me round to 'er!"

"Her?"

"Ah--'er! Number Two--'er as quarrelled wi' Number One all the

way from London--'er as run away fro his hair again with his whip-handle,

while his quick, bright eyes dodged froain, and his clean-shaven lips pursed themselves

in a soundless whistle And, as I watched him, it seemed to me

that this was the question that had been in his e to run away from him--Number One--she is

probably very well," I answered

"Ah--to be sure! very well, you say?--ah, to be sure!" said the

Postilion, apparently lost in conteht she be, now?"