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Chapter 8 I AM LEFT FORLORN

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oceeded a din of voices in loud confabulation, together with much jingling of glasses, so that I

ony strode in, his whole person and attitude suggestive of

Danby's stout cane bending in his powerfu

wered the surly landlord, se

nodded the ostler

!" added t

top-boots, a large man chiefly remarkable for a

it shorter-oh, excellent! Now my lads, we require the chaise-up with you, s

s, "You'd think 'e was a nearl

tellin' you of, Mr. Vok

selluf!" nodd

as gie me the one-e

with unction, "this is 'im as committed

Vokes, nodding in hi

, unfort'nate genelman in my own 'oss-trough, an' 'im now a-sneezin' an' a-groanin' an'

y well, then-'ere's to show 'im 'oo's 'oo!" and he reache

man Vokes stared, swore and rose up, whip in hand, whereupon Anthony lunged gracefully, thrusting the cane so extremely accurately into the

ed up the whip, "the word is 'horses'! Come, bustl

, retreating precipitately. "I never s

at'll do!" said Anthony

so I expect the c

ast a shoe, can I, sir?" whined t

et another

nowhere, except Mr. Vokes

es will be glad to lend

allusions to Anthony's eyes and limbs. Hereupon Anthony betook him again to his posture of esc

ext time address me a

assion; but they sufficed, the cane was lowered, the whip cracked, and forthwith into the yard filed landlord, ostler and postillion with us at their heels. And here by aid of flickering lanthorn

it to him. "Take care," said I, as h

n loaded I should have blown ou

thrust a guinea into his hand. For a moment I thought he w

s-oh, dammit! Look for me at Tonbridge." Having said which, he sprang down the steps, entered the chaise and banged to the

bye,"

," she s

said I, and lifted

, Perry!" rep

uperated the rain and wind, chirruped to his horses,

such comfort as the inn afforded, but of th

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