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¡¡¡¡'Why that horse,' said the carrier, jerking the rein to point him out, 'would be deader than pork afore he got over half the ground.' ¡¡¡¡'Are you only going to Yarmouth then?' I asked. ¡¡¡¡'That's about it,' said the carrier. 'And there I shall take you to the stage-cutch, and the stage-cutch that'll take you to - wherever it is.' ¡¡¡¡As this was a great deal for the carrier (whose name was Mr. Barkis) to say - he being, as I observed in a former chapter, of a phlegmatic temperament, and not at a
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ll conversational - I offered him a cake as a mark of attention, which he ate at one gulp, exactly like an elephant, and which made no more impression on his big face than it would have done on an elephant's. ¡¡¡¡'Did SHE make 'em, now?' said Mr. Barkis, always leaning forward, in his slouching way, on the footboard of the cart with an arm on each knee. ¡¡¡¡'Peggotty, do you mean, sir?' ¡¡¡¡'Ah!' said Mr. Barkis. 'Her.' ¡¡¡¡'Yes. She makes all our pastry, and does all our cooking.' ¡¡¡¡'Do she though?' said Mr. Barkis. He made up his mouth as if to whistle, but he didn't whistle. He sat looking at the horse's ears, as if he saw something new there; and sat so, for a considerable time. By and by, he said: ¡¡¡¡'No sweethearts, I b'lieve?' ¡¡¡¡'Sweetmeats did you say, Mr. Barkis?' For I thought he wanted something else to eat, and had pointedly alluded to that description of refreshment. ¡¡¡¡'Hearts,' said Mr. Barkis. 'Sweet hearts; no person walks with her!'