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What a rate have I gone on at, curvetting and frisking it away, two up and two down for four volumes together, without looking once behind, or even on one side of me, to see whom I trod upon!вБ†вАФIвАЩll tread upon no oneвБ†вЄЇвБ†quoth I to myself when I mountedвБ†вЄїIвАЩll take a good rattling gallop; but IвАЩll not hurt the poorest jackass upon the road.вБ†вЄЇвБ†So off I setвБ†вЄЇвБ†up one laneвБ†вЄїdown another, through this turnpikeвБ†вЄЇвБ†over that, as if the arch-jockey of jockeys had got behind me. + 

Now ride at this rate with what good intention and resolution you mayвБ†вЄЇвАЩtis a million to one youвАЩll do someone a mischief, if not yourselfвБ†вЄїHeвАЩs flungвБ†вАФheвАЩs offвБ†вАФheвАЩs lost his hatвБ†вАФheвАЩs downвБ†вЄїheвАЩll break his neckвБ†вЄЇвБ†see!вБ†вЄЇвБ†if he has not galloped full among the scaffolding of the undertaking criticks!вБ†вЄЇвБ†heвАЩll knock his brains out against some of their postsвБ†вАФheвАЩs bounced out!вБ†вАФlookвБ†вАФheвАЩs now riding like a madcap full tilt through a whole crowd of painters, fiddlers, poets, biographers, physicians, lawyers, logicians, players, schoolmen, churchmen, statesmen, soldiers, casuists, connoisseurs, prelates, popes, and engineers.вБ†вАФDonвАЩt fear, said IвБ†вАФIвАЩll not hurt the poorest jackass upon the kingвАЩs highway.вБ†вАФBut your horse throws dirt; see youвАЩve splashвАЩd a bishop.вБ†вЄЇвБ†I hope in God, вАЩtwas only Ernulphus, said I.вБ†вЄїBut you have squirted full in the faces of Mess. Le Moyne, De Romigny, and De Marcilly, doctors of the Sorbonne.вБ†вЄїThat was last year, replied I.вБ†вАФBut you have trod this moment upon a king.вБ†вЄЇвБ†Kings have bad times onвАЩt, said I, to be trod upon by such people as me. + 

You have done it, replied my accuser. + 

I deny it, quoth I, and so have got off, and here am I standing with my bridle in one hand, and with my cap in the other, to tell my story.вБ†вЄїAnd what is it? You shall hear in the next chapter. + 