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After
a
lapse
of
five
minutes
,
consumed
in
incessant
knocking
and
shouting
,
an
old
man
in
his
shirt
and
trousers
emerged
from
the
turnpike
-
house
,
and
opened
the
gate
.
‘
How
long
is
it
since
a
post
-
chaise
went
through
here
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Wardle
.
‘
How
long
?
’
‘
ah
!
’
‘
Why
,
I
don
’
t
rightly
know
.
It
worn
’
t
a
long
time
ago
,
nor
it
worn
’
t
a
short
time
ago
—
just
between
the
two
,
perhaps
.
’
‘
Has
any
chaise
been
by
at
all
?
’
‘
Oh
,
yes
,
there
’
s
been
a
Shay
by
.
’
‘
How
long
ago
,
my
friend
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
an
hour
?
’
‘
Ah
,
I
dare
say
it
might
be
,
’
replied
the
man
.
‘
Or
two
hours
?
’
inquired
the
post
—
boy
on
the
wheeler
.
