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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