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But when I awoke at intervals , the ground outside the window was not the playground of Salem House , and the sound in my ears was not the sound of Mr. Creakle giving it to Traddles , but the sound of the coachman touching up the horses . When we arrived before day at the inn where the mail stopped , which was not the inn where my friend the waiter lived , I was shown up to a nice little bedroom , with DOLPHIN painted on the door . Very cold I was , I know , notwithstanding the hot tea they had given me before a large fire downstairs ; and very glad I was to turn into the Dolphin 's bed , pull the Dolphin 's blankets round my head , and go to sleep . Mr. Barkis the carrier was to call for me in the morning at nine o'clock . I got up at eight , a little giddy from the shortness of my night 's rest , and was ready for him before the appointed time . He received me exactly as if not five minutes had elapsed since we were last together , and I had only been into the hotel to get change for sixpence , or something of that sort . As soon as I and my box were in the cart , and the carrier seated , the lazy horse walked away with us all at his accustomed pace .