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Catherine
followed
her
orders
and
turned
away
,
but
not
too
soon
to
hear
her
friend
exclaim
aloud
to
James
,
“
What
a
sweet
girl
she
is
!
I
quite
dote
on
her
.
”
“
You
will
not
be
frightened
,
Miss
Morland
,
”
said
Thorpe
,
as
he
handed
her
in
,
“
if
my
horse
should
dance
about
a
little
at
first
setting
off
.
He
will
,
most
likely
,
give
a
plunge
or
two
,
and
perhaps
take
the
rest
for
a
minute
;
but
he
will
soon
know
his
master
.
He
is
full
of
spirits
,
playful
as
can
be
,
but
there
is
no
vice
in
him
.
”
Catherine
did
not
think
the
portrait
a
very
inviting
one
,
but
it
was
too
late
to
retreat
,
and
she
was
too
young
to
own
herself
frightened
;
so
,
resigning
herself
to
her
fate
,
and
trusting
to
the
animal
’
s
boasted
knowledge
of
its
owner
,
she
sat
peaceably
down
,
and
saw
Thorpe
sit
down
by
her
.
Everything
being
then
arranged
,
the
servant
who
stood
at
the
horse
’
s
head
was
bid
in
an
important
voice
“
to
let
him
go
,
”
and
off
they
went
in
the
quietest
manner
imaginable
,
without
a
plunge
or
a
caper
,
or
anything
like
one
.
Catherine
,
delighted
at
so
happy
an
escape
,
spoke
her
pleasure
aloud
with
grateful
surprise
;
and
her
companion
immediately
made
the
matter
perfectly
simple
by
assuring
her
that
it
was
entirely
owing
to
the
peculiarly
judicious
manner
in
which
he
had
then
held
the
reins
,
and
the
singular
discernment
and
dexterity
with
which
he
had
directed
his
whip
.
Catherine
,
though
she
could
not
help
wondering
that
with
such
perfect
command
of
his
horse
,
he
should
think
it
necessary
to
alarm
her
with
a
relation
of
its
tricks
,
congratulated
herself
sincerely
on
being
under
the
care
of
so
excellent
a
coachman
;
and
perceiving
that
the
animal
continued
to
go
on
in
the
same
quiet
manner
,
without
showing
the
smallest
propensity
towards
any
unpleasant
vivacity
,
and
(
considering
its
inevitable
pace
was
ten
miles
an
hour
)
by
no
means
alarmingly
fast
,
gave
herself
up
to
all
the
enjoyment
of
air
and
exercise
of
the
most
invigorating
kind
,
in
a
fine
mild
day
of
February
,
with
the
consciousness
of
safety
.
A
silence
of
several
minutes
succeeded
their
first
short
dialogue
;
it
was
broken
by
Thorpe
’
s
saying
very
abruptly
,
“
Old
Allen
is
as
rich
as
a
Jew
—
is
not
he
?
”
Catherine
did
not
understand
him
—
and
he
repeated
his
question
,
adding
in
explanation
,
“
Old
Allen
,
the
man
you
are
with
.
”
“
Oh
!
Mr
.
Allen
,
you
mean
.
Yes
,
I
believe
,
he
is
very
rich
.
”
“
And
no
children
at
all
?
”
“
No
—
not
any
.
”
“
A
famous
thing
for
his
next
heirs
.
He
is
your
godfather
,
is
not
he
?
”
“
My
godfather
!
No
.
”
