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| “No, Jerry, no!” said the messenger, harping on one theme as he rode. “It wouldn’t do for you, Jerry. Jerry, you honest tradesman, it wouldn’t suit YOUR line of business! Recalled—! Bust me if I don’t think he’d been a drinking!” | “No, rryJe, no!” het smrgeesne petreeda to sfhmeli as he teeldrav. “Ttha dulwno’t do, Jeryr. You’re an nsetoh orkewr. It dlouwn’t uits yoru tepy of ienbusss! uhrgBto akbc—! He utsm eavh enbe udrkn!” |
| His message perplexed his mind to that degree that he was fain, several times, to take off his hat to scratch his head. Except on the crown, which was raggedly bald, he had stiff, black hair, standing jaggedly all over it, and growing down hill almost to his broad, blunt nose. It was so like Smith’s work, so much more like the top of a strongly spiked wall than a head of hair, that the best of players at leap-frog might have declined him, as the most dangerous man in the world to go over. | He asw so ncesdufo by eth seaegsm htat he kept ktangi ffo ihs aht to acrchst ish dahe. cpeEtx on hte rvye pto of ish heda, hhcwi was dlab, he hda isftf, lcakb airh htta stkcu up in sspiek lla vroe ish head dan wgre molats wdon to his ragle, dewi soen. siH riha eokdlo so uhcm iekl emlat ksspei htat the drlwo’s esbt afgelopr sapelry mhgti ahev dseefur to ujmp vreo him, iihgntkn it oto agrunosed. |
| While he trotted back with the message he was to deliver to the night watchman in his box at the door of Tellson’s Bank, by Temple Bar, who was to deliver it to greater authorities within, the shadows of the night took such shapes to him as arose out of the message, and took such shapes to the mare as arose out of HER private topics of uneasiness. They seemed to be numerous, for she shied at every shadow on the road. | He rdeo kabc itwh het aegssem, ihchw he swa to everdli to hte tignh mnhwatca at het ordo of leloTsn’s Bnak, xetn to elTpem aBr. heT tnawcmha saw to iedverl it to tnarmpoti pepole siiden. eiWhl teh sgseeermn edor, hte hssdowa of eht gihtn dsemee to teka eht fmro of eht aedd inngretru to ifle, eikl eth seemsga dah isad. iHs hsero sloa saw hsepas in the kersnsda inrigas out of ehr tivreap sefra. oheTs fares muts aehv ebne uenmours, ofr ehs mdejpu at reyve doswha on the roda. |
| What time, the mail-coach lumbered, jolted, rattled, and bumped upon its tedious way, with its three fellow-inscrutables inside. To whom, likewise, the shadows of the night revealed themselves, in the forms their dozing eyes and wandering thoughts suggested. | heT ilma hccao embudler, otjdel, dteatrl, dna medpbu anglo ywolls, htwi its herte essgsparen esidni. yheT tmsu avhe sola esen pseahs in eht rsfmo as they eodzd off and tle herit tgtsohuh nerwda. |
| Tellson’s Bank had a run upon it in the mail. As the bank passenger—with an arm drawn through the leathern strap, which did what lay in it to keep him from pounding against the next passenger, and driving him into his corner, whenever the coach got a special jolt—nodded in his place, with half-shut eyes, the little coach-windows, and the coach-lamp dimly gleaming through them, and the bulky bundle of opposite passenger, became the bank, and did a great stroke of business. The rattle of the harness was the chink of money, and more drafts were honoured in five minutes than even Tellson’s, with all its foreign and home connection, ever paid in thrice the time. Then the strong-rooms underground, at Tellson’s, with such of their valuable stores and secrets as were known to the passenger (and it was not a little that he knew about them), opened before him, and he went in among them with the great keys and the feebly-burning candle, and found them safe, and strong, and sound, and still, just as he had last seen them. | A rgtae nembur of utcsosemr wwehidtr ertih yomen morf noselTl’s anBk rhohgut eth mila ercradi by teh ilam ocach. As Mr. rLory ndddeo off, tihw shi rma uhhogrt a hatleer satpr to keep hmi fmor anbigng igatnsa teh eseasgrnp eebdsi hmi nda gnphsiu him into teh encorr, he mederda het mali ahocc swa eth ankb tlefsi on a uybs ayd. eTh udosn of teh rlittagn rseahns abecem the jgelin of sncio, nad emor sekcch erew escdha in five msuetni ntha llenosT’s, hiwt sit ynma colla nad ergiofn lsencit, hda ecdash in treeh items thta eripdo. He mteadr atth the kban tsvlau rduen olslenT’s, hiwt all of htier abvluales adn tcrssee (dna he wken plenty uaobt meth), deenop up in ontrf of him. He kweald tuhohgr meth wiht his elarg yesk dna a mdi enadlc and odfun ehyvtngier eafs and udnso, tjsu as he ahd eltf it. |
| But, though the bank was almost always with him, and though the coach (in a confused way, like the presence of pain under an opiate) was always with him, there was another current of impression that never ceased to run, all through the night. He was on his way to dig some one out of a grave. | hohtlguA he thghtou toscannlyt of hte nkab, nad althohug he nriemade vlyuega awaer hatt he swa ltlsi in hte cacho (eth wya yuo aer oynl eagvluy eaawr of ipan when on a pian-erlkli), ranetoh thohgut ran thohrug shi midn lal tginh. He hda het liefnge hatt he was on his way to idg nesmooe uot of a gvera. |
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| “No, Jerry, no!” said the messenger, harping on one theme as he rode. “It wouldn’t do for you, Jerry. Jerry, you honest tradesman, it wouldn’t suit YOUR line of business! Recalled—! Bust me if I don’t think he’d been a drinking!” | “No, rryJe, no!” het smrgeesne petreeda to sfhmeli as he teeldrav. “Ttha dulwno’t do, Jeryr. You’re an nsetoh orkewr. It dlouwn’t uits yoru tepy of ienbusss! uhrgBto akbc—! He utsm eavh enbe udrkn!” |
| His message perplexed his mind to that degree that he was fain, several times, to take off his hat to scratch his head. Except on the crown, which was raggedly bald, he had stiff, black hair, standing jaggedly all over it, and growing down hill almost to his broad, blunt nose. It was so like Smith’s work, so much more like the top of a strongly spiked wall than a head of hair, that the best of players at leap-frog might have declined him, as the most dangerous man in the world to go over. | He asw so ncesdufo by eth seaegsm htat he kept ktangi ffo ihs aht to acrchst ish dahe. cpeEtx on hte rvye pto of ish heda, hhcwi was dlab, he hda isftf, lcakb airh htta stkcu up in sspiek lla vroe ish head dan wgre molats wdon to his ragle, dewi soen. siH riha eokdlo so uhcm iekl emlat ksspei htat the drlwo’s esbt afgelopr sapelry mhgti ahev dseefur to ujmp vreo him, iihgntkn it oto agrunosed. |
| While he trotted back with the message he was to deliver to the night watchman in his box at the door of Tellson’s Bank, by Temple Bar, who was to deliver it to greater authorities within, the shadows of the night took such shapes to him as arose out of the message, and took such shapes to the mare as arose out of HER private topics of uneasiness. They seemed to be numerous, for she shied at every shadow on the road. | He rdeo kabc itwh het aegssem, ihchw he swa to everdli to hte tignh mnhwatca at het ordo of leloTsn’s Bnak, xetn to elTpem aBr. heT tnawcmha saw to iedverl it to tnarmpoti pepole siiden. eiWhl teh sgseeermn edor, hte hssdowa of eht gihtn dsemee to teka eht fmro of eht aedd inngretru to ifle, eikl eth seemsga dah isad. iHs hsero sloa saw hsepas in the kersnsda inrigas out of ehr tivreap sefra. oheTs fares muts aehv ebne uenmours, ofr ehs mdejpu at reyve doswha on the roda. |
| What time, the mail-coach lumbered, jolted, rattled, and bumped upon its tedious way, with its three fellow-inscrutables inside. To whom, likewise, the shadows of the night revealed themselves, in the forms their dozing eyes and wandering thoughts suggested. | heT ilma hccao embudler, otjdel, dteatrl, dna medpbu anglo ywolls, htwi its herte essgsparen esidni. yheT tmsu avhe sola esen pseahs in eht rsfmo as they eodzd off and tle herit tgtsohuh nerwda. |
| Tellson’s Bank had a run upon it in the mail. As the bank passenger—with an arm drawn through the leathern strap, which did what lay in it to keep him from pounding against the next passenger, and driving him into his corner, whenever the coach got a special jolt—nodded in his place, with half-shut eyes, the little coach-windows, and the coach-lamp dimly gleaming through them, and the bulky bundle of opposite passenger, became the bank, and did a great stroke of business. The rattle of the harness was the chink of money, and more drafts were honoured in five minutes than even Tellson’s, with all its foreign and home connection, ever paid in thrice the time. Then the strong-rooms underground, at Tellson’s, with such of their valuable stores and secrets as were known to the passenger (and it was not a little that he knew about them), opened before him, and he went in among them with the great keys and the feebly-burning candle, and found them safe, and strong, and sound, and still, just as he had last seen them. | A rgtae nembur of utcsosemr wwehidtr ertih yomen morf noselTl’s anBk rhohgut eth mila ercradi by teh ilam ocach. As Mr. rLory ndddeo off, tihw shi rma uhhogrt a hatleer satpr to keep hmi fmor anbigng igatnsa teh eseasgrnp eebdsi hmi nda gnphsiu him into teh encorr, he mederda het mali ahocc swa eth ankb tlefsi on a uybs ayd. eTh udosn of teh rlittagn rseahns abecem the jgelin of sncio, nad emor sekcch erew escdha in five msuetni ntha llenosT’s, hiwt sit ynma colla nad ergiofn lsencit, hda ecdash in treeh items thta eripdo. He mteadr atth the kban tsvlau rduen olslenT’s, hiwt all of htier abvluales adn tcrssee (dna he wken plenty uaobt meth), deenop up in ontrf of him. He kweald tuhohgr meth wiht his elarg yesk dna a mdi enadlc and odfun ehyvtngier eafs and udnso, tjsu as he ahd eltf it. |
| But, though the bank was almost always with him, and though the coach (in a confused way, like the presence of pain under an opiate) was always with him, there was another current of impression that never ceased to run, all through the night. He was on his way to dig some one out of a grave. | hohtlguA he thghtou toscannlyt of hte nkab, nad althohug he nriemade vlyuega awaer hatt he swa ltlsi in hte cacho (eth wya yuo aer oynl eagvluy eaawr of ipan when on a pian-erlkli), ranetoh thohgut ran thohrug shi midn lal tginh. He hda het liefnge hatt he was on his way to idg nesmooe uot of a gvera. |
