5/7 If you have been amongst the thimble-riggers you must be tolerably well cleared out. Where are you going ?--to -- -? The fare is sixteen shillings. Come, tip us the blunt; them that has no money can't ride on my mail." Sixteen shillings was a large sum, and to pay it would make a considerable inroad on my slender finances; I thought, at first, that I would say I did not want to go so far; but then the fellow would ask at once where I wanted to go, and I was ashamed to acknowledge my utter ignorance of the road. I determined, therefore, to pay the fare, with a tacit determination not to mount a coach in future without knowing whither I was going. |