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“
Oh
,
do
not
hurry
yourself
;
Lizzie
and
I
shall
not
run
away
from
you
.
”
He
hung
my
rein
on
one
of
the
iron
spikes
,
and
was
soon
hidden
among
the
trees
.
Lizzie
was
standing
quietly
by
the
side
of
the
road
a
few
paces
off
,
with
her
back
to
me
.
My
young
mistress
was
sitting
easily
with
a
loose
rein
,
humming
a
little
song
.
I
listened
to
my
rider
’
s
footsteps
until
they
reached
the
house
,
and
heard
him
knock
at
the
door
.
There
was
a
meadow
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
road
,
the
gate
of
which
stood
open
;
just
then
some
cart
horses
and
several
young
colts
came
trotting
out
in
a
very
disorderly
manner
,
while
a
boy
behind
was
cracking
a
great
whip
.
The
colts
were
wild
and
frolicsome
,
and
one
of
them
bolted
across
the
road
and
blundered
up
against
Lizzie
’
s
hind
legs
,
and
whether
it
was
the
stupid
colt
,
or
the
loud
cracking
of
the
whip
,
or
both
together
,
I
cannot
say
,
but
she
gave
a
violent
kick
,
and
dashed
off
into
a
headlong
gallop
.
It
was
so
sudden
that
Lady
Anne
was
nearly
unseated
,
but
she
soon
recovered
herself
.
I
gave
a
loud
,
shrill
neigh
for
help
;
again
and
again
I
neighed
,
pawing
the
ground
impatiently
,
and
tossing
my
head
to
get
the
rein
loose
.
I
had
not
long
to
wait
.
Blantyre
came
running
to
the
gate
;
he
looked
anxiously
about
,
and
just
caught
sight
of
the
flying
figure
,
now
far
away
on
the
road
.
In
an
instant
he
sprang
to
the
saddle
.
I
needed
no
whip
,
no
spur
,
for
I
was
as
eager
as
my
rider
;
he
saw
it
,
and
giving
me
a
free
rein
,
and
leaning
a
little
forward
,
we
dashed
after
them
.
For
about
a
mile
and
a
half
the
road
ran
straight
,
and
then
bent
to
the
right
,
after
which
it
divided
into
two
roads
.
Long
before
we
came
to
the
bend
she
was
out
of
sight
.
Which
way
had
she
turned
?
A
woman
was
standing
at
her
garden
gate
,
shading
her
eyes
with
her
hand
,
and
looking
eagerly
up
the
road
.
Scarcely
drawing
the
rein
,
Blantyre
shouted
,
“
Which
way
?
”
“
To
the
right
!
”
cried
the
woman
,
pointing
with
her
hand
,
and
away
we
went
up
the
right
-
hand
road
;
then
for
a
moment
we
caught
sight
of
her
;
another
bend
and
she
was
hidden
again
.
Several
times
we
caught
glimpses
,
and
then
lost
them
.
We
scarcely
seemed
to
gain
ground
upon
them
at
all
.
An
old
road
-
mender
was
standing
near
a
heap
of
stones
,
his
shovel
dropped
and
his
hands
raised
.
As
we
came
near
he
made
a
sign
to
speak
.
Blantyre
drew
the
rein
a
little
.
“
To
the
common
,
to
the
common
,
sir
;
she
has
turned
off
there
.
”
I
knew
this
common
very
well
;
it
was
for
the
most
part
very
uneven
ground
,
covered
with
heather
and
dark
-
green
furze
bushes
,
with
here
and
there
a
scrubby
old
thorn
-
tree
;
there
were
also
open
spaces
of
fine
short
grass
,
with
ant
-
hills
and
mole
-
turns
everywhere
;
the
worst
place
I
ever
knew
for
a
headlong
gallop
.
We
had
hardly
turned
on
the
common
,
when
we
caught
sight
again
of
the
green
habit
flying
on
before
us
.
My
lady
’
s
hat
was
gone
,
and
her
long
brown
hair
was
streaming
behind
her
.
Her
head
and
body
were
thrown
back
,
as
if
she
were
pulling
with
all
her
remaining
strength
,
and
as
if
that
strength
were
nearly
exhausted
.
It
was
clear
that
the
roughness
of
the
ground
had
very
much
lessened
Lizzie
’
s
speed
,
and
there
seemed
a
chance
that
we
might
overtake
her
.
While
we
were
on
the
highroad
,
Blantyre
had
given
me
my
head
;
but
now
,
with
a
light
hand
and
a
practiced
eye
,
he
guided
me
over
the
ground
in
such
a
masterly
manner
that
my
pace
was
scarcely
slackened
,
and
we
were
decidedly
gaining
on
them
.
About
halfway
across
the
heath
there
had
been
a
wide
dike
recently
cut
,
and
the
earth
from
the
cutting
was
cast
up
roughly
on
the
other
side
.
Surely
this
would
stop
them
!
But
no
;
with
scarcely
a
pause
Lizzie
took
the
leap
,
stumbled
among
the
rough
clods
and
fell
.
Blantyre
groaned
,
“
Now
,
Auster
,
do
your
best
!
”
He
gave
me
a
steady
rein
.
I
gathered
myself
well
together
and
with
one
determined
leap
cleared
both
dike
and
bank
.
Motionless
among
the
heather
,
with
her
face
to
the
earth
,
lay
my
poor
young
mistress
.
Blantyre
kneeled
down
and
called
her
name
:
there
was
no
sound
.
Gently
he
turned
her
face
upward
:
it
was
ghastly
white
and
the
eyes
were
closed
.
“
Annie
,
dear
Annie
,
do
speak
!
”
But
there
was
no
answer
.
He
unbuttoned
her
habit
,
loosened
her
collar
,
felt
her
hands
and
wrist
,
then
started
up
and
looked
wildly
round
him
for
help
.
