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"
Yes
.
"
"
And
how
far
is
it
?
"
"
Fifty
miles
.
"
"
What
a
long
way
!
I
wonder
Mrs.
Reed
is
not
afraid
to
trust
her
so
far
alone
.
"
The
coach
drew
up
;
there
it
was
at
the
gates
with
its
four
horses
and
its
top
laden
with
passengers
:
the
guard
and
coachman
loudly
urged
haste
;
my
trunk
was
hoisted
up
;
I
was
taken
from
Bessie
's
neck
,
to
which
I
clung
with
kisses
.
"
Be
sure
and
take
good
care
of
her
,
"
cried
she
to
the
guard
,
as
he
lifted
me
into
the
inside
.
"
Ay
,
ay
!
"
was
the
answer
:
the
door
was
slapped
to
,
a
voice
exclaimed
"
All
right
,
"
and
on
we
drove
.
Thus
was
I
severed
from
Bessie
and
Gateshead
;
thus
whirled
away
to
unknown
,
and
,
as
I
then
deemed
,
remote
and
mysterious
regions
.
I
remember
but
little
of
the
journey
;
I
only
know
that
the
day
seemed
to
me
of
a
preternatural
length
,
and
that
we
appeared
to
travel
over
hundreds
of
miles
of
road
.
We
passed
through
several
towns
,
and
in
one
,
a
very
large
one
,
the
coach
stopped
;
the
horses
were
taken
out
,
and
the
passengers
alighted
to
dine
.
I
was
carried
into
an
inn
,
where
the
guard
wanted
me
to
have
some
dinner
;
but
,
as
I
had
no
appetite
,
he
left
me
in
an
immense
room
with
a
fireplace
at
each
end
,
a
chandelier
pendent
from
the
ceiling
,
and
a
little
red
gallery
high
up
against
the
wall
filled
with
musical
instruments
.
Here
I
walked
about
for
a
long
time
,
feeling
very
strange
,
and
mortally
apprehensive
of
some
one
coming
in
and
kidnapping
me
;
for
I
believed
in
kidnappers
,
their
exploits
having
frequently
figured
in
Bessie
's
fireside
chronicles
.
At
last
the
guard
returned
;
once
more
I
was
stowed
away
in
the
coach
,
my
protector
mounted
his
own
seat
,
sounded
his
hollow
horn
,
and
away
we
rattled
over
the
"
stony
street
"
of
L
-
.
The
afternoon
came
on
wet
and
somewhat
misty
:
as
it
waned
into
dusk
,
I
began
to
feel
that
we
were
getting
very
far
indeed
from
Gateshead
:
we
ceased
to
pass
through
towns
;
the
country
changed
;
great
grey
hills
heaved
up
round
the
horizon
:
as
twilight
deepened
,
we
descended
a
valley
,
dark
with
wood
,
and
long
after
night
had
overclouded
the
prospect
,
I
heard
a
wild
wind
rushing
amongst
trees
.
Lulled
by
the
sound
,
I
at
last
dropped
asleep
;
I
had
not
long
slumbered
when
the
sudden
cessation
of
motion
awoke
me
;
the
coach-door
was
open
,
and
a
person
like
a
servant
was
standing
at
it
:
I
saw
her
face
and
dress
by
the
light
of
the
lamps
.
