"Nothing at all!
You had better be careful! I warn you!"
"_You_ had better be careful," said Ronder, smiling in spite of
himself, "or you will be out of the carriage."
That smile was the final insult. Brandon, jumped up, rocking on his feet.
"Very well, then. You may laugh as you please. You may think it all a very
good joke. I tell you it is not. We are enemies, enemies from this moment.
You have never been anything _but_ my enemy."
"Do take care, Archdeacon, or you really _will_ be out of the
carriage."
"Very well. I will get out of it. I refuse to drive with you another step.
I refuse. I refuse."
"But you can't walk. It's six miles."
"I will walk! I will walk! Stop and let me get out! Stop, I say!"
But Bassett who, according to his back, was as innocent of any dispute as
the small birds on the neighbouring tree, drove on.
"Stop, I say. Can't you hear?" The Archdeacon plunged forward and pulled
Bassett by the collar. "Stop! Stop!" The wagonette abruptly stopped.
Bassett's amazed face, two wide eyes in a creased and crumpled surface,
peered round.
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