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agreed on that I was to give the driver being three 

 francs, for taking me first to the French Tattersall's 

 to pick up my hounds, and then to the station of the 

 Orleans line), I listened to the very attentive waiter 

 giving all due directions to the driver, and then lost 

 myself in a look at Paris, and in admiration of the 

 splendid city. Some time after my departure from 

 the hotel, I started from my reverie at the length 

 of time it seemed to take to reach Tattersall's, and 

 then I became convinced that I was passing through 

 places that I had never passed before. 



" Stop ! " I cried to the coachman, " stop." 

 He pulled at the reins, on which were sleeping two 

 white ponies, who had got into such a habit of leaning 

 somnambulist fashion on their bits, that their mouths 

 extended in long narrow slits up to their eyes ; but 

 the pull was understood by them to mean more haste, 

 so they toddled on faster, instead of stopping. 



** Stop ! " I cried again, with something very like 

 a French oath, and the man slackened his reins to 

 turn to me, and finding that their heads were let go, 

 the ponies stood still. 



" Where are you going ? " 

 " To the Orleans station ; it is close here ! " 

 " Oh ! " I cried, my funny French encrusted, I 

 fear, with bitter objurgation, " you sleepy fool ; you 



