Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. ‘You are dead, you,’ he yelled back, leaping into the seat of the final pew. Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men. "Because it's not like you," was her answer.
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