Lavengro, page 589 by George Borrow
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"To be sure I did; do you doubt it?"
"Not in the least," said the man.
"Ah! ah!" said I, "I thought I should bring you back to your original opinion. I am, then, a vagrant Gypsy body, a tramper, a wandering blacksmith."
"Not a blacksmith, whatever else you may be," said the postillion, laughing.
"Then how do you account for my making those shoes?"
"By your not being a blacksmith," said the postillion; "no blacksmith would have made shoes in that manner. Besides, what did you mean just now by saying you had finished these shoes to-day? a real blacksmith would have flung off three or four sets of donkey-shoes in one morning, but you, I will be sworn, have been hammering at these for days, and they do you credit, but why? because you are no blacksmith; no, friend, your shoes may do for this young gentlewoman's animal, but I shouldn't like to have my horses shod by you, unless at a great pinch indeed."
"Then," said I, "for what do you take me?"
"Why, for some runaway young gentleman," said the postillion. "No offence, I hope?"
"None at all; no one is offended at being taken or mistaken for a young gentleman, whether runaway or not; but from whence do you suppose I have run away?"
"Why, from college," said the man; "no offence?"
"None whatever; and what induced me to run away from college?"
"A love affair, I'll be sworn," said the postillion. "You had become acquainted with this young gentlewoman, so she and you--"
"Mind how you get on, friend," said Belle, in a deep serious tone.
"Pray proceed," said I; "I dare say you mean no offence."
"None in the world," said the postillion; "all I was going to say was that you agreed to run away together, you from college, and she from boarding-school. Well, there's nothing to be ashamed of in a matter like that, such things are done every day by young folks in high life."
"Are you offended?" said I to Belle.
Belle made no answer; but, placing her elbows on her knee