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      "Yes, Mr. Lorry." 
     "What is the matter?" 
     "A despatch sent after you from over yonder.  T. and Co." 
     "I know this messenger, guard," said Mr. Lorry, getting down into the road--assisted from behind more swiftly than politely by the other two passengers, who immediately scrambled into the coach, shut the door, and pulled up the window.  "He may come close; there's nothing wrong." 
 
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      "I hope there ain't, but I can't make so 'Nation sure of that," said the guard, in gruff soliloquy.  "Hallo you!" 
     "Well!  And hallo you!" said Jerry, more hoarsely than before. 
     "Come on at a footpace! d'ye mind me?  And if you've got holsters to that saddle o' yourn, don't let me see your hand go nigh 'em. For I'm a devil at a quick mistake, and when I make one it takes the form of Lead.  So now let's look at you." 
 
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