" "You'd better," replied Quilt. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. It hadn’t even been called Kentucky back then when the Shawnee still hunted deer over mossy hills and the smoke from their fires could still inspire terror. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then.
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