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CHAPTER III.-3
"Yes, sir." "Are you blind?" He asked the question with an angry stamp of his foot. Mrs. Lecount looked at him in astonishment. "Can't you see the brute is drunk?" he went on, more and more irritably. "Is my life nothing? Am I to be left at the mercy of a drunken coachman? I won't trust that man to drive me, for any consideration under heaven! I'm surprised you could think of it, Lecount." "The man has been drinking, sir," said Mrs. Lecount. "It is easy to see and to smell that. But he is evidently used to drinking. If he is sober enough to walk quite straight—which he certainly does—and to sign his name in an excellent handwriting—which you may see for yourself on the Will—I venture to think he is sober enough to drive us to Dumfries." "Nothing of the sort! You're a foreigner, Lecoun
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