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I was sitting in the library-window, talking to Mr. Watson; the Ladies,
Sir James, and Mr. Morgan, in the dressing-room, when I saw John riding
down the great road a full gallop.--At first I thought Lord Darcey had
been dead; then, again, consider'd his faithful servant would not have
come post with the news:--however, I had not patience to go through the
house, but lifting up a sash, jump'd out before he could reach the
stable yard.--Without speaking, I enquired of his face what tidings; and
was answer'd by a broad grin. I had nothing to fear from his message.
Well, John, said I, running up to him,--how is your Lord? how is Mr.
Molesworth?--
Better, I thank God, Sir;--better, I thank God! With that he turned his
horse, and was riding across the lawn.--
Zounds, John, where are you going?--where are you going?
Follow me, Sir;--follow me (setting up a brisk trot). If you kill me, I
dare not deliver letter or message before we are at a distance from the
Abbey.
I thought him mad, but kept on by the side of his horse 'till we came to
the gate of a meadow, where he dismounted.
Now, Sir,' said he, with a look that bespoke his consequence,--have
patience, whilst I tie up my horse.
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