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Mr. George hurriedly replies. ‘Do, for God’s sake, pull my
hat forward.’
So strongly entreated, Mr. Bucket complies, puts his own
hat on, and conducts his prize into the streets, the trooper
marching on as steadily as usual, though with his head less
erect, and Mr. Bucket steering him with his elbow over the
crossings and up the turnings.
1010 Bleak House
