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hastened down the drive. There was a light in the porter's lodge: when
we reached it, we found the porter's wife just kindling her fire: my
trunk, which had been carried down the evening before, stood corded at
the door. It wanted but a few minutes of six, and shortly after that
hour had struck, the distant roll of wheels announced the coming
coach; I went to the door and watched its lamps approach rapidly
through the gloom.
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'Is she going by herself?' asked the porter's wife.
'Yes.'
'And how far is it?'
'Fifty miles.'
'What a long way! I wonder Mrs. Reed is not afraid to trust her
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