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‘
Well
,
I
shouldn
’
t
wonder
if
it
was
,
’
returned
the
old
man
doubtfully
.
‘
Drive
on
,
boys
,
’
cried
the
testy
old
gentleman
;
‘
don
’
t
waste
any
more
time
with
that
old
idiot
!
’
‘
Idiot
!
’
exclaimed
the
old
man
with
a
grin
,
as
he
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
road
with
the
gate
half
-
closed
,
watching
the
chaise
which
rapidly
diminished
in
the
increasing
distance
.
‘
No
—
not
much
o
’
that
either
;
you
’
ve
lost
ten
minutes
here
,
and
gone
away
as
wise
as
you
came
,
arter
all
.
If
every
man
on
the
line
as
has
a
guinea
give
him
,
earns
it
half
as
well
,
you
won
’
t
catch
t
’
other
shay
this
side
Mich
’
lmas
,
old
short
-
and
-
fat
.
’
And
with
another
prolonged
grin
,
the
old
man
closed
the
gate
,
re
-
entered
his
house
,
and
bolted
the
door
after
him
.
Meanwhile
the
chaise
proceeded
,
without
any
slackening
of
pace
,
towards
the
conclusion
of
the
stage
.
The
moon
,
as
Wardle
had
foretold
,
was
rapidly
on
the
wane
;
large
tiers
of
dark
,
heavy
clouds
,
which
had
been
gradually
overspreading
the
sky
for
some
time
past
,
now
formed
one
black
mass
overhead
;
and
large
drops
of
rain
which
pattered
every
now
and
then
against
the
windows
of
the
chaise
,
seemed
to
warn
the
travellers
of
the
rapid
approach
of
a
stormy
night
.
The
wind
,
too
,
which
was
directly
against
them
,
swept
in
furious
gusts
down
the
narrow
road
,
and
howled
dismally
through
the
trees
which
skirted
the
pathway
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
drew
his
coat
closer
about
him
,
coiled
himself
more
snugly
up
into
the
corner
of
the
chaise
,
and
fell
into
a
sound
sleep
,
from
which
he
was
only
awakened
by
the
stopping
of
the
vehicle
,
the
sound
of
the
hostler
’
s
bell
,
and
a
loud
cry
of
‘
Horses
on
directly
!
’
But
here
another
delay
occurred
.
The
boys
were
sleeping
with
such
mysterious
soundness
,
that
it
took
five
minutes
a
-
piece
to
wake
them
.
The
hostler
had
somehow
or
other
mislaid
the
key
of
the
stable
,
and
even
when
that
was
found
,
two
sleepy
helpers
put
the
wrong
harness
on
the
wrong
horses
,
and
the
whole
process
of
harnessing
had
to
be
gone
through
afresh
.
Had
Mr
.
Pickwick
been
alone
,
these
multiplied
obstacles
would
have
completely
put
an
end
to
the
pursuit
at
once
,
but
old
Wardle
was
not
to
be
so
easily
daunted
;
and
he
laid
about
him
with
such
hearty
good
-
will
,
cuffing
this
man
,
and
pushing
that
;
strapping
a
buckle
here
,
and
taking
in
a
link
there
,
that
the
chaise
was
ready
in
a
much
shorter
time
than
could
reasonably
have
been
expected
,
under
so
many
difficulties
.
They
resumed
their
journey
;
and
certainly
the
prospect
before
them
was
by
no
means
encouraging
.
The
stage
was
fifteen
miles
long
,
the
night
was
dark
,
the
wind
high
,
and
the
rain
pouring
in
torrents
.
It
was
impossible
to
make
any
great
way
against
such
obstacles
united
;
it
was
hard
upon
one
o
’
clock
already
;
and
nearly
two
hours
were
consumed
in
getting
to
the
end
of
the
stage
.
Here
,
however
,
an
object
presented
itself
,
which
rekindled
their
hopes
,
and
reanimated
their
drooping
spirits
.
‘
When
did
this
chaise
come
in
?
’
cried
old
Wardle
,
leaping
out
of
his
own
vehicle
,
and
pointing
to
one
covered
with
wet
mud
,
which
was
standing
in
the
yard
.
‘
Not
a
quarter
of
an
hour
ago
,
sir
,
’
replied
the
hostler
,
to
whom
the
question
was
addressed
.
‘
Lady
and
gentleman
?
’
inquired
Wardle
,
almost
breathless
with
impatience
.
‘
Yes
,
sir
.
’
