He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. 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. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet.
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