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another⁠⸺⁠but I take the matter coolly before me, and consider, that some tag, or rag, or jag, or bolt, or buckle, or buckle’s tongue, will ever be a wanting, or want altering, travel where I will⁠—so I never chaff, but take the good and the bad as they fall in my road, and get on:⁠⸺⁠Do so, my lad! said I; he had lost five minutes already, in alighting in order to get at a luncheon of black bread, which he had cramm’d into the chaise-pocket, and was remounted, and going leisurely on, to relish it the better⁠⸺⁠Get on, my lad, said I, briskly⁠—but in the most persuasive tone imaginable, for I jingled a four-and-twenty sous piece against the glass, taking care to hold the flat side towards him, as he look’d back: the dog grinn’d intelligence from his right ear to his left, and behind his sooty muzzle discovered such a pearly row of teeth, that Sovereignty would have pawn’d her jewels for them.⁠⸺⁠

Just heaven! { What masticators!⁠— What bread!⁠—

and so as he finished the last mouthful of it, we entered the town of Montreuil .

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