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"Talking of fancies," I pursued, "I have a great mind to that

smock-frock of yours, so take it off, and quick about it" In a

fever of haste he tore off the garerly upon me, I folded it overyou show ht lane--off with you and

do your best, and no turning or stopping, ood shot" Hardly waiting to

hearlike the

wind; whereupon, I (waiting only to snatch up his forgotten bread

and meat) took to my heels--down the lane, so that, when I

presently stopped to don the sh he had never been

I hurried on, nevertheless, eating greedily as I went, and, after

some while, left the narrow lane behind, and careat, white riband, unrolled

beneath the er-post with the

words "To Sevenoaks, Tonbridge, and the Wells--To Bromley and London"

And here, also, was another placard, headed by that aord:

MURDER--which seemed to leap out at me from the rest And, with

that word, there rushed over me the meard of eye, and--with one hand