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t,andcametothesideofthemail,wherethe
passengerstood.Theriderstopped,and,castinguphiseyesatthe
guard,handedthepassengerasmallfoldedpaper.Therider’s
horsewasblown,andbothhorseandriderwerecoveredwith
mud,fromthehoofsofthehorsetothehatoftheman.
“Guard!”saidthepassenger,inatoneofquietbusiness
confidence.
Thewatchfulguard,withhisrighthandatthestockofhis
raisedblunderbuss,hisleftatthebarrel,andhiseyeonthe
horseman,answeredcurtly,“Sir.”
“Thereisnothingtoapprehend.IbelongtoTellson’sBank.
YoumustknowTellson’sBankinLondon.IamgoingtoParison
business.Acrowntodrink.Imayreadthis?”
“Ifsobeasyou’requick,sir.”
Heopeneditinthelightofthecoach-lamponthatside,and
readfirsttohimselfandthenaloud:“‘WaitatDoverfor
Mam’selle.’It’snotlong,yousee,guard.Jerry,saythatmya