As I perceived the commissary of the post-office would have his six livres four sous, I had nothing else for it, but to say some smart thing upon the occasion, worth the money:
And so I set off thus:
And pray, Mr. Commissary, by what law of courtesy is a defenceless stranger to be used just the reverse from what you use a Frenchman in this matter?
By no means; said he.
Excuse me; said Ifor you have begun, Sir, with first tearing off my breeches-and now you want my pocket
Whereashad you first taken my pocket, as you do with your own peopleand then left me bare a..d afterI had been a beast to have complaind
As it is
Tis contrary to the law of nature.
Tis contrary to reason.
Tis contrary to the Gospel.
But not to thissaid heputting a printed paper into my hand,
Par le Roy.
Tis a pithy prolegomenon, quoth Iand so read on.
By all which it appears, quoth I, having read it over, a little too rapidly, that if a man sets out in a post- chaise from Parishe must go on travelling in one, all the days of his lifeor pay for it.Excuse me, said the commissary, the spirit of the ordinance is thisThat if you set out with an intention of running
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