The Broad Highway

"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.