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The berlin was brought round to the door; the Princess, rosy with sleep,

stepped into it; Wogan had brought with him a muff, and he slipped it

over Cleht; Misset took

Gaydon's place, and the postillion cracked his whip and set off towards

Trent Gaydon, sitting before the fire in the parlour, heard the wheels

grate upon the road; he had a vision of the berlin thundering through

the night with a trail of sparks from the wheels; and he wondered

whether Misset was asleep orincognito Woman's fairy-land of dreams However, Gaydon

consoled himself with the reflection that it was none of his business