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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 01 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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enough too for the matter o' that; at all events I don't
want no better.

"Well, I had hardly got well housed a'most, afore it came
on to rain, as if it was in rael right down airnest. It
warn't just a roarin', racin', sneezin' rain like a
thunder shower, but it kept a steady travellin' gait, up
hill and down dale, and no breathin' time nor batin'
spell. It didn't look as if it would stop till it was
done, that's a fact. But still as it was too late to go
out agin that arternoon, I didn't think much about it
then. I hadn't no notion what was in store for me next
day, no more nor a child; if I had, I'd a double deal
sooner hanged myself, than gone brousing in such place
as that, in sticky weather.

"A wet day is considerable tiresome, any where or any
way you can fix it; but it's wus at an English country
house than any where else, cause you are among strangers,
formal, cold, gallus polite, and as thick in the head-piece
as a puncheon. You hante nothin' to do yourself and they
never have nothin' to do; they don't know nothin' about
America, and don't want to. Your talk don't interest
them, and they can't talk to interest nobody but themselves;
all you've got to do, is to pull out your watch and see
how time goes; how much of the day is left, and then go
to the winder and see how the sky looks, and whether
there is any chance of holdin' up or no. Well, that time
I went to bed a little airlier than common, for I felt
considerable sleepy, and considerable strange too; so as
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