Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. ” “I sent a telegram to say I was all right. "Get ready your heaviest irons, Austin. " "Never mind," returned the stranger, dismounting; "you'll recollect me by and by, I've no doubt. —Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion, of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give below.
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