THE YORK ROAD 



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a minute), through Norman's Cross, through Wansford 

 turnpike gate, till eighty odd miles had been traversed, 

 and the boundary of another county, Northampton, 

 passed, when he deemed it fitting to make a brief halt. 

 He drew up, it will be remembered, at a small hostelry 

 with which he was acquainted, bordering the beautiful 

 domain of Burleigh. "Burleigh House by Stamford 

 Town " that is to say. Here he called for three bottles 



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of brandy, a pail of water, a scraper, a raw beefsteak, 

 and other adjuncts to the toilet. Which order having 

 been executed, the most sedulous groom could not have 

 bestowed more attention upon the horse of his heart 

 than Dick Turpin now paid to his mare. He performed, 

 in fact, a complete variety entertainment of strange 

 tricks common to ostlers, concluding the display 

 by washing Black Bess from head to foot in the 



