I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. Aliva's husband, who passed by the name of Darrell, confronted them sword in hand. If you don't conquer this disgraceful propensity in time, you'll soon come to want; and then nothing can save you. 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. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied.
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