HEADLONG HALL.
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sceptical, and, I must say, atheistical conversation, and I should have thought, out of respect to my cloth———"
Here the coach stopped, and the coachman opening the door, vociferated: "Breakfast, gentlemen;" a sound which so gladdened the ears of the divine, that he sprang out with so much alacrity as to sprain his ancle, and was obliged to limp into the inn between Mr. Escot and Mr. Jenkison; the former observing, that he ought to look for nothing but evil, and, therefore, should not be surprised at this little accident; the latter remarking, that the comfort of a good breakfast and the pain of a sprained ancle pretty exactly balanced each other.
