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ed to my brain—my heart partook of it—By the great God of day, said I, looking towards the sun, and thrusting my arm out of the fore-window of the chaise, as I made my vow, "I will lock up my study door the moment I get home, and throw the key of it ninety feet below the surface of the earth, into the draw-well at the back of my house."
The London waggon confirmed me in my resolution: it hung tottering upon the hill, scarce progressive, drag'd—drag'd up by eight heavy beasts—"by main strength!—quoth I, nodding—but your betters draw the same way—and something of every bodies!—O rare!"
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