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Long before the lights of the "White Lion" had vanished behind theuard blows a sudden fanfare on the horn, such a blast as goes

echoingto open doors

and lighted s to catch a gliht; and so, al

upon the air, Tenterden is behind thehway into the open country beyond A wonderful country this,

fahosts and

goblins flit under a dying e and tree beco, or lift knotted arined horrors lurk

But, bless you, Mottle-face, having viewed it all under the slant of

his hat-brim, merely settles his mottled chin deeper in his shawls,

flicks the off ear of the near leader with a delicate turn of the

wrists, and turning his owl-like eye upon Barnabas, reht!" But hereupon the fussy gentle

over, taps Mottle-face upon the shoulder

"Coachh,

London?"

"Vich I begs to re- his

curly-brimmed hat a little further over his left eye, "vich I 'us to re-mark as I don't expect nohow!"

"Eh--what! what! you don't expect to--"

"Vich I am vun, sir, as don't novise expect nothin', consequent am

never novise disapp'inted," says Mottle-face with a solemn nod;