For a
moment he did not recognize Annabel. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. In this state it would have been all over with him, as, being stunned by the
fall, it was some moments before he could recover himself, if another party had
not unexpectedly come to his rescue. I had
special ways of getting out of the basement without them
noticing, and often I could smuggle a child or two out for
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the day and they were never the wiser. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently
by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness
as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. The
postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the
beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made
their appearance. Petals!.
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