BARNABY RUDGE - A TALE OF THE RIOTS OF 'EIGHTY by Charles ...

'And yet I'd have wagered a seven-shilling piece," said MrTappertit, folding his arms, and confronting him with his legs wideapart and firmly planted on the ground, 'that you once were hostlerat the Maypole.'Hugh opened his eyes on hearing this, and looked at him in greatsurprise.'--And so you were, too,' said Mr Tappertit, pushing him away witha condescending playfulness. 'When did MY eyes ever deceive--unless it was a young woman! Don't you know me now?''Why it an't--' Hugh faltered.'An't it?' said Mr Tappertit. 'Are you sure of that? You rememberG. Varden, don't you?'Certainly Hugh did, and he remembered D. Varden too; but that hedidn't tell him.'You remember coming down there, before I was out of my time, toask after a vagabond that had bolted off, and left his disconsolatefather a prey to the bitterest emotions, and all the rest of it--don't you?' said Mr Tappertit.'Of course I do!' cried Hugh.'And I saw you there.''Saw me there!' said Mr Tappertit. 'Yes, I should think you didsee me there. The place would be troubled to go on without me.Don't you remember my thinking you liked the vagabond, and on thataccount going to quarrel with you; and then finding you detestedhim worse than poison, going to drink with you? Don't you rememberthat?''To be sure!' cried Hugh.