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. ‘That little kiss cost him his sanctuary, my girl, and don’t you forget it. She drew a breath, and sighed it out. Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. Sebastian had fetched tallow, which she angrily ordered him not to use, as she suspected its origin was not animal but human.
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