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TOM COGGLESEY'S PROPOSITION.
The appearance of a curricle and a donkey-cart within the gates of Beckley Court, produced a sensation among the men of the lower halls, and a couple of them rushed out, with the left calf considerably in advance, to defend the house from violation.

Toward the curricle they directed what should have been a bow, but was a nod.

Their joint attention was then given to the donkey-cart, in which old Tom Cogglesby sat alone, bunchy in figure, bunched in face, his shrewd grey eyes twinkling under the bush of his eyebrows.
'Oy, sir--you! my man!' exclaimed the tallest of the pair, resolutely.
'This won't do.

Don't you know driving this sort of conveyance slap along the gravel 'ere, up to the pillars, 's unparliamentary?
Can't be allowed.