This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...I'm nervous enough. I'd only gone in just for a minute to speak to Hannah Rose--she's our laundress's mother, you know, and she takes in washing. And I had a message for her. I don't think--really I don't, Dr. Creyke, that I had left the basket for one minute when I heard it tearing off like. anything; ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...I'm nervous enough. I'd only gone in just for a minute to speak to Hannah Rose--she's our laundress's mother, you know, and she takes in washing. And I had a message for her. I don't think--really I don't, Dr. Creyke, that I had left the basket for one minute when I heard it tearing off like. anything; and I rushed out as hard as I could and ran all the way to Thornmede without once stopping to take breath. I'm sure I did all I could, but I couldn't overtake a horse that had bolted, now could I?" Dr. Creyke listened to this eloquence with a strong suspicion that there was more behind it. There was something behind most of Hyldreda le Waldron's mischances and escapades. In this particular instance it was a clandestine correspondence, which Hannah Rose was aiding her to maintain. The pretended message was merely a cover to the fact that Miss le Waldron had had a letter in her pocket which she wished Hannah to post at a distant village. Moreover, she had been forbidden by her father himself to leave the pony carriage at all. She was accustomed to driving; as a rule she drove well, having a firm hand, and considerable experience; but Sir Hugh had reason enough for doubting her trustworthiness in other matters. It was not long before little Mabel began to recover something of her usual calmness and selfcontrol. As a rule she was wonderfully self-controlled for so young a child, having profited not a little by Miss Darel's careful training. The pony--its name was Hirondelle--had been startled as it stood at the cottage door by two thoughtless girls, Hannah Rose's youngest daughter and her niece, who were at work in a small washhouse, near, the cottage. Having rinsed a large white sheet, they had brought it out into the road, and had shaken...
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