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inn 1 47 J miles from London to the bourne where \vc 

 left him. 



And from Bavvtry the roads to York chverce— the 

 main and mail road going b}- Doncaster, Fcrr\'bridge, and 

 Tadcaster into our terminus : the lower road going b\' 

 Thorne, Selby, and Cawood. And Turpin took the 

 lower road. And here the first signs of calamity began 

 to overtake him. His mortal pursuers seem long since 









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to have abandoned all idea of performing this feat. 

 One of them named Titus, was resting like a wise man 

 at the Angel at Grantham — having had as he poeticall}^ 

 remarked, " a complete bell)'ful of it," the rest were 

 pursuing still no doubt — but nearly a county separated 

 them from their prey. Yes, it was at such a crisis of 

 affairs, when all promised to end prosperously for 

 Richard Turpin, Esquire, that, as I say, calamity began 

 to overtake him. As he was skirting the waters of the 



