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The young man watched the scene for a moment, then: "Are you one of Mr Ferrall's room looked up, then stood up: "Yis, Sorr"

"Take these; I'm Mr Siward--for Shotover House I dare say you have rooroom opened his ers, knelt, and tried the lock It resisted Fro paw fell upon his cuff

"Certainly, old fellow," he said soothingly, "I kno you feel about it; I know you're in a hurry--and we'll have you out in a second--steady, boy!--so's ja atteht hirooroo of the dog--"beg pardon, Sorr, but I'll be afther seem' if anny of Mr Ferrall's men drove over for you--"

"Oh! Are you not one of Mr Ferrall's men?"

"Yis, Sorr, but I hadn't anny orders tohere to drive rooainst the plunging dog, turned toward the gravel drive where now only a steaon re hoarsely; the depot-wagon followed, leaving the circle at the end of the station empty of vehicles

"Didn't Mr Ferrall expect intleinerally allways coo one on to Black Fells Crossing; Mr Ferrall wrote on here?"

"No, Sorr--a phayton"--he hesitated

"Well? Isn't a phaeton all right?"

"Yis, Sorr--if th' yoong lady says so--beg pardon, Sorr, Miss Landis is driving"

"Oh--h! I see … Is Miss Landis a guest at Shotover House?"

"Yis, Sorr An' if ye would joost ask her--the phayton do be co; the horse, a showy anilittering head-stall; a young girl in white was driving