The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. It was now evident that he had not been normal that first day. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. ‘Gérard, you are a great fool.
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