depth of the bootto satisfy him that it had been safely
packed; and after he had been assured on this headhe felt a
solemn presentimentfirstthat the red bag was mislaidand next
that the striped bag had been stolenand then that the brown-
paper parcel ‘had come untied.’ At length when he had received
ocular demonstration of the groundless nature of each and every
of these suspicionshe consented to climb up to the roof of the
coachobserving that now he had taken everything off his mind
he felt quite comfortable and happy.
‘You’re given to nervousnessain’t yousir?’ inquired Mr.
Wellersenioreyeing the stranger askanceas he mounted to his
place.
‘Yes; I always am rather about these little matters’ said the
stranger‘but I am all right now—quite right.’
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‘Wellthat’s a blessin’said Mr. Weller. ‘Sammyhelp your
master up to the box; t’other legsirthat’s it; give us your hand
sir. Up with you. You was a lighter weight when you was a boy
sir.’
‘True enoughthatMr. Weller’ said the breathless Mr.
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