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. He pulled on her shoulder, bringing her mouth to his in a kiss. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over.
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