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. She rapped again, louder. Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, was obstructed by an iron bar.
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