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Thus the Bo'sun had barely finished his ale, when the

Gentleman-in-Powder appeared to say the phaeton was at the door

And a fine, dashing turn-out it was, too, with its yelloheels,

its glea

i duly ensconced himself, with Peterby in the

rumble as calm and expressionless as the three leather valises under

the seat, Barnabas sprang in, caught up the reins, nodded to Martin

the gray-haired head groo the bays their heads, they

were off and away for Hawkhurst and the Lady Cleone Meredith,

whirling round corners and threading their way through traffic at a

speed that caused the Bo'sun to clutch the seat with one hand, and

the glazed hat with the other, and to remark in his diffident way

that: "These here wheeled craft ht-oared galley!"