Methinks, said I, when I saw them in such
a woundy pother to be gone, oddsheartlikins! this must be some
London 'prentice running away with his measter's daughter, as sure
as I'm a living soul. But, be he who he will, sartain it is, a has
nothing of the gentleman about en; for, thof a asked such a favour,
a never once put hand in pocket, or said, 'Dog, will you drink?'
Howsomever, that don't argufy in reverence of his being in a
hurry; and a man may be sometimes a little too judgmatical in his
conjectures." In all probability, this loquacious landlord would
have served the travellers effectually, had Peregrine heard him to
an end; but this impetuous youth, far from listening to the sequel
of his observations, interrupted him in the beginning of his career,
by asking eagerly which road they followed; and, having received
the innkeeper's directions, clapped spurs to his horse, commanding
Pipes to make the valet acquainted with the course, that they might
attend him with all imaginable despatch.
By the publican's account of their conduct, his former opinion was
fully confirmed.
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