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711 have had nearly the whole coach to yourself.’ ‘Don’t deny it, ’Tilda,’ said Miss Squeers, impressively, ‘because you have, and it’s no use to go attempting to say you haven’t. You mightn’t have known it in your sleep, ’Tilda, but I haven’t closed my eyes for a single wink, and so I think I am to be believed.’ With which reply, Miss Squeers adjusted the bonnet and veil, which nothing but supernatural interference and an utter suspension of nature’s laws could have reduced to any shape or form; and evidently flattering herself that it looked uncommonly neat, brushed off the sandwich-crumbs and bits of biscuit which had accumulated in her lap, and availing herself of John Browdie’s proffered arm, descended from the coach. ‘Noo,’ said John, when a hackney coach had been called, and the ladies and the luggage hurried in, ‘gang to the Sarah’s Head, mun.’ ‘To the vere?’ cried the coachman. ‘Lawk, Mr Browdie!’ interrupted Miss Squeers. ‘The idea! Saracen’s Head.’ ‘Sure-ly,’ said John, ‘I know’d it was something aboot Sarah’s Son’s Head. Dost thou know thot?’ ‘Oh, ah! I know that,’ replied the coachman gruffly, as he banged the door. ‘‘Tilda, dear, really,’ remonstrated Miss Squeers, ‘we shall be taken for I don’t know what.’ ‘Let them tak’ us as they foind us,’ said John Browdie; ‘we dean’t come to Lunnun to do nought but ‘joy oursel, do we?’ ‘I hope not, Mr Browdie,’ replied Miss Squeers, looking singularly dismal. ‘Well, then,’ said John, ‘it’s no matther. I’ve only been a married |
