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tXe THE RIGHT OF THE ROAD. Solomon.—(With glee.)—This way to the Docks ! Burley.—(Peremptorily.)—Now then, clear OUR rails, I say; or I'll be down on you with a Sixty FOUNDER next time ! [of you. Solomon.—-Ah! ah! my thoroughbreds will take it out Burley.—(To Peeler.)—I appeal to you<—Remove this obstruction. Policeman.—Now then; move on! move on ! Burgess Boy.—Hurrah! 'Busses for ever. They'll lick tother fellers holler.