THE EXETER ROAD 



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of, as I am tired of kings, and pine for the more con- 

 genial society of horses, hosts, footpads, of guards blowing 

 horns, and coachmen staring at broken traces. 



SL Marys Stc/'s. 



And Salisbury was, of course, a big coaching centre. 

 Apart from the Quicksilver Mail, the wonder of foreigners, 



