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about four miles through the forest of Bere ; in which 

 tract of country the " old coachman " of the racing 

 episode, enjoyed a further adventure in a thick fog, and 

 a rime frost upsetting his coach with a noise like the 

 report of cannon while he was listening to the aimless 

 babblings of a loquacious passenger. The coach was 

 not empty on this occasion either. On the contrary 

 there were four young ladies inside it, who must have 





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been artless creatures indeed, for they were fast asleep 

 when the coach was upset, and woke up when it was 

 being restored to its equilibrium, and remarked, "What 

 is it ? " Some gipsies who were chiefly instrumental in 

 removing the coach from its side, showed themselves 

 more wide-awake ; for mistrusting the gratitude of 

 upset coachmen while with one set of hands they 

 reared the upset coach, with the other set of hands they 



