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vig, but I'd give ye summut to run for if I had 

 'old on ye I 'd make ye cry " Capevi ! " my frind. 

 Drot the road ! ' exclaimed he, as he plunged into 

 a rush-concealed rut, and squirted the dirty water 

 up into his face. ' Well this is a pretty perform- 

 ance,' continued he, mopping himself with a great 

 crimson bandana * Beats all others into fits. 

 Con-found these bye-days. They 're always gettin' 

 on me into grief. And now the brute's gone 

 altogether,' as the vista closed without Arterxerxes 

 on the scene. * 'Ark ! I 'ear 'ounds. No, they 're 

 crows. Well, if this isn't a sickener, I don't know 

 wot is might as well try to run i' the mud off 

 'Ungerford stairs, as in this sludge. Shouldn't 

 like to clean these bouts I know,' continued he, 

 looking down on his black, and all black, tops. 

 A bit of sound ground again tempted him into 

 a trot, and at length brought him to the rising 

 ground up which great Arterxerxes had dis- 

 appeared. * Oh dear ! oh dear ! ' groaned Mr. 

 Jorrocks as a stitch in his side suddenly stopped 

 him. * Oh dear ! oh dear ! I 'm regularly floored. 



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