[St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson]@TWC D-Link bookSt. Ives CHAPTER XXI--I BECOME THE OWNER OF A CLARET-COLOURED CHAISE 9/19
His distress was laughable to witness: his own choice of an unassuming nickname had been Claude Duval! We settled our procedure at the various inns where we should alight, rehearsed our little manners like a piece of drill until it seemed impossible we should ever be taken unprepared; and in all these dispositions, you maybe sure the despatch-box was not forgotten.
Who was to pick it up, who was to set it down, who was to remain beside it, who was to sleep with it--there was no contingency omitted, all was gone into with the thoroughness of a drill-sergeant on the one hand and a child with a new plaything on the other. 'I say, wouldn't it look queer if you and me was to come to the post-house with all this luggage ?' said Rowley. 'I dare say,' I replied.
'But what else is to be done ?' 'Well, now, sir--you hear me,' says Rowley.
'I think it would look more natural-like if you was to come to the post-house alone, and with nothing in your 'ands--more like a gentleman, you know.
And you might say that your servant and baggage was a-waiting for you up the road.
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