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devil could not flop her till fhe got home 

 — ten miles in about 58 minutes. I'm in a 

 fweat yet. But I have found out her mo- 

 tive, and now the Public may make ufe of 

 it — I had bought a couple of lobfters to car- 

 ry home, had their clav^^s tied up, and put 

 one in each of my great coat pockets — Well, 

 the old gentleman in my right pocket (a cun- 

 ning one, I vi^arrant him) fomehow or ano- 

 ther contrived to difengage his hands, and no 

 doubt foon applied them to the old Mare's fide, 

 and, I imagine, had got fafl hold of a rib by 

 the time I reach 'd the ifl mile-flone^ for 

 flie was mad I thought, and my hat and 

 wig were gone in a twinkle — (a wig made by 

 the man who advertifes they never fly off the 

 ears — a rafcal — wigs may now be univerfally 

 complained of). However, when I got off, 

 and had taken a little breath, I went into 

 the kitchen to unload, but mift one of my 

 lobflers ; fo I run back into the flable, and 

 there was the hero hanging at the old Mare's 

 fide: fhe'd had enough of it, and fo flood 

 quiet. I eat the foldier to-day, and had like 



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