You are nothing of the sort. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk.
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