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‘
"
Hark
!
"
cried
the
young
lady
,
starting
.
"
The
noise
of
wheels
,
and
horses
!
"
‘
"
So
it
is
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
listening
.
He
had
a
good
ear
for
wheels
,
and
the
trampling
of
hoofs
;
but
there
appeared
to
be
so
many
horses
and
carriages
rattling
towards
them
,
from
a
distance
,
that
it
was
impossible
to
form
a
guess
at
their
number
.
The
sound
was
like
that
of
fifty
brakes
,
with
six
blood
cattle
in
each
.
‘
"
We
are
pursued
!
"
cried
the
young
lady
,
clasping
her
hands
.
"
We
are
pursued
.
I
have
no
hope
but
in
you
!
"
‘
There
was
such
an
expression
of
terror
in
her
beautiful
face
,
that
my
uncle
made
up
his
mind
at
once
.
He
lifted
her
into
the
coach
,
told
her
not
to
be
frightened
,
pressed
his
lips
to
hers
once
more
,
and
then
advising
her
to
draw
up
the
window
to
keep
the
cold
air
out
,
mounted
to
the
box
.
‘
"
Stay
,
love
,
"
cried
the
young
lady
.
‘
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
said
my
uncle
,
from
the
coach
-
box
.
‘
"
I
want
to
speak
to
you
,
"
said
the
young
lady
;
"
only
a
word
.
Only
one
word
,
dearest
.
"
‘
"
Must
I
get
down
?
"
inquired
my
uncle
.
The
lady
made
no
answer
,
but
she
smiled
again
.
Such
a
smile
,
gentlemen
!
It
beat
the
other
one
,
all
to
nothing
.
My
uncle
descended
from
his
perch
in
a
twinkling
.
‘
"
What
is
it
,
my
dear
?
"
said
my
uncle
,
looking
in
at
the
coach
window
.
The
lady
happened
to
bend
forward
at
the
same
time
,
and
my
uncle
thought
she
looked
more
beautiful
than
she
had
done
yet
.
He
was
very
close
to
her
just
then
,
gentlemen
,
so
he
really
ought
to
know
.
