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The main object on my mind, I remember, when we got fairly on the road, was to appear as old as possible to the coachman, and to speak extremely gruff. The latter point I achieved at great personal inconvenience; but I stuck to it, because I felt it was a grown-up sort of thing. ¡¡¡¡'You are going through, sir?' said the coachman. ¡¡¡¡'Yes, William,'
oil painting I said, condescendingly (I knew him); 'I am going to London. I shall go down into Suffolk afterwards.' ¡¡¡¡'Shooting, sir?' said the coachman. ¡¡¡¡He knew as well as I did that it was just as likely, at that time of year, I was going down there whaling; but I felt complimented, too. ¡¡¡¡'I don't know,' I said, pretending to be undecided, 'whether I shall take a shot or not.' 'Birds is got wery shy, I'm told,' said William. ¡¡¡¡'So I understand,' said I.