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Here is his description of a baronet, Sir Pitt Crawley;--
"The door was opened by a man in dark breeches and gaiters with a
dirty coat, a foul old neck cloth lashed round his bristly neck, a
shining bald head, a leering red face, a pair of twinkling grey
eyes, and a mouth perpetually on the grin.
"'This Sir John Pitt Crawley's?' says John, from the box.
"'Ees,' says the man at the door, with a nod.
"'Hand down these ere trunks then,' said John.
"'Hand 'n down yourself,' said the porter.
"'Don't you see I can't leave my horses? Come bear a hand, my fine
feller, and Miss will give you some beer,' said John, with a hoarse
laugh.
"The bald-headed man, taking his hands out of his breeches pockets,
advanced on this summons, and throwing Miss Sharp's trunk over his
shoulder, carried it into the house.
"On entering the dining room by the orders of the individual in
gaiters, Rebecca found that apartment not more cheerful than such
rooms usually are when genteel families are out of town.... Two
kitchen chairs and a round table and an attenuated old poker and
tongs were however gathered round the fire place, as was a saucepan
over a feeble sputtering fire. There was a bit of cheese and bread,
and a tin candlestick on the table, and a little black porter in a
pint pot.
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