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. Then he turned on his heel and walked off. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. "Well, I will see him," replied the knight, after a moment's pause; "he may be from the Earl of Mar. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. Remember that he’s not at all a bad sort, and to speak frankly, he’s your salvation. I'll stamp twice when we've done.
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