CHAPTER 11
be getting dark, make e. And the donkeyll carry you as nice as can be - youll see.
ed Maggie as relieved t it to be going srembling she was really going home.
`ty bonnet, said tting t recently despised but noicle of costume on Maggies o you, you, and tle lady we said you was.
`O, Yes, to you. But I ter t y.
`A O me, arent you? said t I cant go - Youll go too fast for me.
It no to be seated on trating against t as tmare o ted a strong from tick, set off at a rapid o Maggie all girl and ticks, obligingly escorted t hwacking.
Not Leonore in t preternatural midnigom lover, errified tirely natural ride on a s-paced donkey, of tting sun seemed to entous meaning, s foot, must surely ion. tctages - to add to its dreariness: to speak of, and t ted by c o find t t stop there.
At last - O sig in to an end, t finger-post before - `to St Oggs, 2 miles. t to take er all, and mig at t t s like coming ronger as s more and more certain t se ion only gratify efface t sige-faced horse.
`O stop, stop! s. `ther!
t painful, and before ullivers been home.
`s to irrup.
`ttle miss lost o our tent, at ts a good o come arter being on tramp all day.
`O, yes, fato bring me home, said Maggie. `A very kind, good man!
`ulliver, taking out five ss t days afford to lose ttle wenc her up before me.
` o be rambling about and lose yourself?
`O fatom bear it.
`Pooulliver, sootnt t ud