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Containing the Story of the Bagman’s Uncle

           Hejumpeduponthebox,squaredhiselbows,adjustedtheribands,seizedthewhipwhichlayontheroof,gaveoneflicktotheoffleader,andawaywentthefourlong-tailed,flowing-manedblackhorses,atfifteengoodEnglishmilesanhour,withtheoldmail-coachbehindthem.Whew!Howtheytorealong!

           ‘Thenoisebehindgrewlouder.Thefastertheoldmailwent,thefastercamethepursuersmen,horses,dogs,wereleaguedinthepursuit.Thenoisewasfrightful,but,aboveall,rosethevoiceoftheyounglady,urgingmyuncleon,andshrieking,"Faster!Faster!"

           ‘Theywhirledpastthedarktrees,asfeatherswouldbesweptbeforeahurricane.Houses,gates,churches,haystacks,objectsofeverykindtheyshotby,withavelocityandnoiselikeroaringwaterssuddenlyletloose.Butstillthenoiseofpursuitgrewlouder,andstillmyunclecouldheartheyoungladywildlyscreaming,"Faster!Faster!"

           ‘Myunclepliedwhipandrein,andthehorsesflewonwardtilltheywerewhitewithfoam;andyetthenoisebehindincreased;andyettheyoungladycried,"Faster!Faster!"Myunclegavealoudstamponthebootintheenergyofthemoment,andfoundthatitwasgraymorning,andhewassittinginthewheelwright’syard,ontheboxofanoldEdinburghmail,shiveringwiththecoldandwetandstampinghisfeettowarmthem!Hegotdown,andlookedeagerlyinsideforthebeautifulyounglady.Alas!Therewasneitherdoornorseattothecoach.Itwasamereshell

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