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you can go clattering along the road, with two 

 imperious grooms standing up behind, calling out 

 to the foot passengers, ' Hi ! you umbrella man ! ' 

 or to the bullock carts, in a tone of seemingly 

 suppressed fury, ' Hi ! you sacre wallah ! Get out 

 of the middle of the road, and keep to the side/ ' 



"Well, to please you, Klinker, I will go," and 

 then he is in the seventh heaven. He seems to 

 go and tell Nous I have gone to dress, and they 

 come and watch me through every detail. When 

 the dress goes on, they sniff at it, to see if it is 

 the proper going out one; and when on goes 

 the hat, they get wild, and precede me down- 

 stairs, bumping and charging into each other for 

 very fun; and up on the seat they bound, one 

 each side of me, Klinker with his fore-feet on the 

 edge of the door, uttering growls and barks of 

 excitement and defiance at every street dog he 

 sees; Nous quietly happy, as befits an elderly 

 gentleman. On returning, they are let out at the 

 bridge to scamper home. Klinker stands with 

 one foot extended, toeing an imaginary line, and 

 eyes on the horses, ready to pace them when they 

 start again. But he is always home first, and 



