"A Tale of Two Cities"
by Charles Dickens

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     The emphatic horse, cut short by the whip in a most decided negative, made a decided scramble for it, and the three other horses followed suit. Once more, the Dover mail struggled on, with the jack-boots of its passengers squashing along by its side. They had stopped when the coach stopped, and they kept close company with it. If any one of the three had had the hardihood to propose to another to walk on a little ahead into the mist and darkness, he would have put himself in a fair way of getting shot instantly as a highwayman.

     The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill. The horses stopped to breathe again, and the guard got down to skid the wheel for the descent, and open the coach-door to let the passengers in.

 

     "Tst! Joe!" cried the coachman in a warning voice, looking down from his box.

     "What do you say, Tom?"

     They both listened.

     "I say a horse at a canter coming up, Joe."

     "I say a horse at a gallop, Tom," returned the guard, leaving his hold of the door, and mounting nimbly to his place. "Gentlemen! In the king's name, all of you!"

     With this hurried adjuration, he cocked his blunderbuss, and stood on the offensive.

 
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