"Mean?" said he, "I means as of all the damned onnat'ralness as
come on a honest, well-meaning, civil-spoke cove--why, I'm that
there cove, so 'elp me!" Saying which, he cracked his whip, the
horses plunged forward, and, almost immediately, as it seemed,
horses, chaise, and Postilion had lurched into the black murk of
the night and vanished.