“There have been other times,” he said a little sadly. “Please, stay a while longer. I know not who you are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. He glanced up at the coachman. The doctor said you wrote. Daybreak found her winding her painful way along the Harrow Road; and, in order to shorten the distance as much as possible, she took the nearest cut, and struck into the meadows on the right.
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