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‘
Ain
’
t
I
what
?
’
said
the
gentleman
behind
.
‘
Bred
them
Suffolk
Punches
by
wholesale
?
’
‘
I
should
think
so
,
’
said
the
gentleman
.
‘
There
ain
’
t
no
sort
of
orse
that
I
ain
’
t
bred
,
and
no
sort
of
dorg
.
Orses
and
dorgs
is
some
men
’
s
fancy
.
They
’
re
wittles
and
drink
to
me
—
lodging
,
wife
,
and
children
—
reading
,
writing
,
and
Arithmetic
—
snuff
,
tobacker
,
and
sleep
.
’
‘
That
ain
’
t
a
sort
of
man
to
see
sitting
behind
a
coach
-
box
,
is
it
though
?
’
said
William
in
my
ear
,
as
he
handled
the
reins
.
I
construed
this
remark
into
an
indication
of
a
wish
that
he
should
have
my
place
,
so
I
blushingly
offered
to
resign
it
.
‘
Well
,
if
you
don
’
t
mind
,
sir
,
’
said
William
,
‘
I
think
it
would
be
more
correct
.
’
I
have
always
considered
this
as
the
first
fall
I
had
in
life
.
When
I
booked
my
place
at
the
coach
office
I
had
had
‘
Box
Seat
’
written
against
the
entry
,
and
had
given
the
book
-
keeper
half
-
a
-
crown
.
I
was
got
up
in
a
special
great
-
coat
and
shawl
,
expressly
to
do
honour
to
that
distinguished
eminence
;
had
glorified
myself
upon
it
a
good
deal
;
and
had
felt
that
I
was
a
credit
to
the
coach
.
And
here
,
in
the
very
first
stage
,
I
was
supplanted
by
a
shabby
man
with
a
squint
,
who
had
no
other
merit
than
smelling
like
a
livery
-
stables
,
and
being
able
to
walk
across
me
,
more
like
a
fly
than
a
human
being
,
while
the
horses
were
at
a
canter
!
A
distrust
of
myself
,
which
has
often
beset
me
in
life
on
small
occasions
,
when
it
would
have
been
better
away
,
was
assuredly
not
stopped
in
its
growth
by
this
little
incident
outside
the
Canterbury
coach
.
It
was
in
vain
to
take
refuge
in
gruffness
of
speech
.
I
spoke
from
the
pit
of
my
stomach
for
the
rest
of
the
journey
,
but
I
felt
completely
extinguished
,
and
dreadfully
young
.
It
was
curious
and
interesting
,
nevertheless
,
to
be
sitting
up
there
behind
four
horses
:
well
educated
,
well
dressed
,
and
with
plenty
of
money
in
my
pocket
;
and
to
look
out
for
the
places
where
I
had
slept
on
my
weary
journey
.
I
had
abundant
occupation
for
my
thoughts
,
in
every
conspicuous
landmark
on
the
road
.
When
I
looked
down
at
the
trampers
whom
we
passed
,
and
saw
that
well
-
remembered
style
of
face
turned
up
,
I
felt
as
if
the
tinker
’
s
blackened
hand
were
in
the
bosom
of
my
shirt
again
.
When
we
clattered
through
the
narrow
street
of
Chatham
,
and
I
caught
a
glimpse
,
in
passing
,
of
the
lane
where
the
old
monster
lived
who
had
bought
my
jacket
,
I
stretched
my
neck
eagerly
to
look
for
the
place
where
I
had
sat
,
in
the
sun
and
in
the
shade
,
waiting
for
my
money
.
When
we
came
,
at
last
,
within
a
stage
of
London
,
and
passed
the
veritable
Salem
House
where
Mr
.
Creakle
had
laid
about
him
with
a
heavy
hand
,
I
would
have
given
all
I
had
,
for
lawful
permission
to
get
down
and
thrash
him
,
and
let
all
the
boys
out
like
so
many
caged
sparrows
.
