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The ass twisted his head round to look up the street———
Well—replied I—we'll wait a minute for thy driver:
———He turned his head thoughtful about, and looked wistfully the opposite way———
I understand thee perfectly; answered I—if thou takest a wrong step in this affair, he will cudgel thee to death—Well! a minute is but a minute, and if it saves a fellow creature a drubbing, it shall not be set down as ill-spent.
He was eating the stem of an artichoke as this discourse went on, and in the little peevish contentions of naturebetwixt
