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Title: Master Humphrey's clock
Year: 1840 (1840s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Cattermole, George, 1800-1868, ill Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, ill
Subjects: Gordon Riots, 1780
Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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and I are of diflFerent opinions, as we have been more than once on ourway hero, was the short reply. So I was thinking before you came out, for he has felt your spurs, poor boast. vol,. II.—47. Y 242 MASTER HUMPHREYS CLOCK. The stranger adjusted his coat-collar about his face, and made no answer. Youll know me again, I see, he said, marking the young fellows earnestgaze, when he had sprung into the saddle. The mans worth knowing, master, who travels a road he dont know,mounted on a jaded horse, and leaves good quarters to do it on such a night asthis. You have sharp eyes and a sharp tongue I find. Both I hope by nature, but the last grows rusty sometimes for want ofusing. • Use the first less too, and keep their sharpness for your sweethearts, boy,said the man. So saying he shook his hand from the bridle, struck him roughly on the headwith the butt end of his whip, and galloped away; dashing through the mud anddarkness with a headlong speed, which few badly mounted horsemen would
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have cared to venture, even had they been thoroughly acquainted with thecountry ; and which, to one who knew nothing of the way he rode, was attendedat every step with great hazard and danger. The roads even within twelve miles of London were at that time ill paved,seldom repaired, and very badly made. The way this rider traversed had beenploughed up by the wheels of heavy wagons, and rendered rotten by the frostsand thaws of the preceding winter, or possibly of many winters. Great holesand gaps had worn into the soil, which, being now filled with water from the laterains, were not easily distinguishable even by day ; and a plunge into any one BARNABY RUDGE. 243 of them might have brought down a surer-footed horse than the poor beastnow urged forward to the utmost extent of his powers. Sharp flints and stonesrolled from under his hoofs continually; the rider could scarcely see beyondthe animals head, or further on either side than his own arm would haveextended. At that time, too, all

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