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' With a fresh team and a fresh driver (it will not do 

 to use the word " coachman " upon all occasions), we pn> 

 ceeded to York fourteen miles farther. About half-way 

 the coach stopped at a public-house in the old style ; 

 the coachman got down, the gin bottle was produced. 

 Looking out of the window I espied my friend John, 

 whom I thought we had left behind us at Tadcaster, 

 hard at work with the wisp. " What," said I, " are you 

 here?" "Why yes," answered John; "'tis market at 

 York, and ah's wants to buy a goose or two." " Ah," 



observed I, " I thought you were a little in the huckster- 



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 ing line. 



