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Dart used to run between Oxford and London, driven by a coachman who was commonly known by the name of
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Black Will; and one fine morning the box seat was occupied by an Oxford Don, who thought he would enjoy the air on his journey. After they had gone a short distance he addressed our friend Black Will, saying,
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Are you the coachman they call Black Will? His answer was,
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Blackguards call me Black Will, but gentlemen call me Mr. Walters.
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Cambrian between Llangollen and Dolgelly for several years, and one day it so happened that among the outside passengers there was a ventriloquist. As they drove along the road a man was seen walking leisurely across a field in the direction of the coach, when the ventriloquist threw his voice so as to make it appear that he was calling to it to stop. Of course, Dick pulled up, thinking he had got another passenger; but as he did not quicken his pace, he began to get impatient, for he was not a Job under any circumstances, and called out to him to
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Come on, and
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Do you suppose I can wait here all day for you? At last, as he approached nearer, he said,
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What do you want with me? when friend Dick answered,
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Why, you called me to stop.
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I did nothing of the sort, replied the man in the field.
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I tell you you did, said Dick, waxing warmer.
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Well, I'm not coming with you, anyhow,