Do you think we could manage that old clothesman between us, if we got out of this box?" "I'd manage him myself, if my arms were free," replied Thames, boldly. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. "There won't be much left for you," he said. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow.
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