[St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson]@TWC D-Link bookSt. Ives CHAPTER XXI--I BECOME THE OWNER OF A CLARET-COLOURED CHAISE 13/19
'Why, my good man, if I had to stop here, anyway, I should prefer to buy a house and garden!' 'Come and look at her!' he cried; and, with the word, links his arm in mine and carries me to the outhouse where the chaise was on view. It was just the sort of chaise that I had dreamed of for my purpose: eminently rich, inconspicuous, and genteel; for, though I thought the postmaster no great authority, I was bound to agree with him so far.
The body was painted a dark claret, and the wheels an invisible green.
The lamp and glasses were bright as silver; and the whole equipage had an air of privacy and reserve that seemed to repel inquiry and disarm suspicion. With a servant like Rowley, and a chaise like this, I felt that I could go from the Land's End to John o' Groat's House amid a population of bowing ostlers.
And I suppose I betrayed in my manner the degree in which the bargain tempted me. 'Come,' cried the postmaster--'I'll make it seventy, to oblige a friend!' 'The point is: the horses,' said I. 'Well,' said he, consulting his watch, 'it's now gone the 'alf after eight.
What time do you want her at the door ?' 'Horses and all ?' said I. ''Osses and all!' says he.
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