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abstracted as we pointed a shilling towards him ; but he took 

 it, mechanically touching his hat and saying, Thankee, sir. 

 The redoubtable damsel herself stood on the porch of the inn, 

 looking poutingly at the coachman (or the Frenchman s 

 moustache) not a dangerous person, to judge by her appear 

 ance, though she must have stood full six feet in her stout 

 hob-nailed shoes, but with as good-natured and healthy a 

 soul looking out of her great hazel eyes as the mildest pot of 

 half-and-half she had ever honoured the Queen s Head by 

 drawing in its cellar. 



The fresh horses were fastened to, and the guard had 

 shouted &quot; All right !&quot; before we were all three fairly on 

 the ground. Yet a moment longer Blazer held the pawing 

 leaders, while the coachman, with a completly nonplussed 

 expression, lighted a cigar that the Frenchman had given 

 him ; then, as we were buckling on our knapsacks, he drew 

 taut his reins, and away they bounded, the Frenchman bend 

 ing far over to kiss his hand to us, and the Englishman in 

 a stately way lifting his hat. 



&quot; Adieu, mes amis, adieu !&quot; 



&quot; God be with the brother, as surely he will.&quot; 



&quot; Good-bye.&quot; 



&quot; Good-bye.&quot; 



