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sufficiently awake to give us a taste of West Country 

 repartee. There "Jaimes" put his head out and 

 saluted a porter with, — 



' "Oi say, shoiny face, Lockhart's open yut?' 



'The porter, e\adently fresh from a good night's 

 rest and a refreshing scrab, came forward, and, in 

 a fairly loud voice, replied, — 



' "Can't say, zur, but if you'll let me have your 

 mug I'll see what I can do for un." 



'The Londoner was staggered for a moment and 

 then retorted, — 



' "Couldn't trust yer. Yer'd be tempted to change 

 it; and where should I be with one like your'n?' 



' "I'd hke to have 'ee out here for foive minutes. 

 I reckon you'd soon be glad to change your face for 

 nigh upon anything." 



' "Well, I'm blowed if he ain't a beauty. I'd like 

 to git out and have a talk to 3'ou, young man." 



' "Wait a minute, guard, there's a gentleman from 

 Lunnon going to get out here. Any luggage, zur, 

 'sides yer wit?" 



' "Bring yer 'ed in, Jaimes," said one of his friends, 

 "he taikes the biscuit." 



' "Jaimes" was silent for a moment and then 

 rejoined, — 



' "Real 'ot un, wasn't ee? But the train was in 

 such a bloomin' 'un:y all at once or 'e'd 'ave 'eard 

 sutthink, I tell yer." 



'I have told you nothing of the hundreds of varied 

 noises, to which we had to listen, from other com- 

 partments in that long train; I have said nothing 

 about the music; try to imagine it all, and try to 

 imagine the pleasure with which we found ourselves 

 free at Truro. 



*I wouldn't go through it again for something, 

 I can tell you.' 



The telling of what we had listened to evidently 

 brought back to the speaker the scenes of a long 



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