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snow-white gloves, like a wheelbarrow; in 

 vain did the horsekeeper go down on his 

 knees and importune his canine friend, by 

 taking his tail quietly in his mouth and thus 

 endeavouring to impress on its hard nature 

 the necessity of forsaking his ardent at- 

 tachment. The leaders by this time had 

 turned round to go towards the stable, but 

 the outside trace still remaining hooked, 

 pulled the fore-carriage round ; the off- wheel 

 horse reared, a crowd gathered round, and 

 the landlady had scrambled up and reached 

 the door steps, leaving the ladies in the coach, 

 one of them looking from the window, endea- 

 vouring to ascertain what was the matter. 

 The landlord now came with a broomstick 

 over his shoulder, looking as ferocious as 

 an Italian bandit. 



"Take care," cried he, "I'll soon make 

 'em leave go;" and began belabouring 

 them both indiscriminately, while I, with 

 shame be it spoken, was obliged to turn 

 my head away and bury it in my hands 



