The Coachmaster 



kind heart as his, and there's not Hke to 

 be again. Why I do believe if he'd seen 

 a worm in the road he'd have pulled to one 

 side rather than go over it." 



''Vat's the use of talkin' ! " broke in a 

 gruff old cabby in a many-caped coat, 

 " Mr. Hyde's a right 'un, he is, and that's 

 about it." As the cart moved off the 

 ostler came and put his head under the tilt, 

 " Don't forget to say that Jimmy Hunt 

 sent his best love, sir, please sir," he said; 

 and away we went. 



A poor woman with a terrible toothache 

 was my only travelling companion ; I did 

 what I could for her comfort, poor soul, 

 wrapping her in my rug, and making a 

 pillow of my small bag ; and then I was 

 left alone with grave thoughts of my 

 Father, with whom along this very road 

 I had travelled so happily, and so many 

 times, and who, as I knew in my heart, 

 would never travel along this road any 

 more. 



Whenever we stopped to change horses 

 the driver told my errand, and all the 

 folk came round me with inquiries and 

 messages and expressions of sympathy. It 

 is like a nightmare to remember those seem- 

 ingly interminable delays, and the enforced 

 shaking of hands all round, because I was 

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