The things we do!

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"Where Monsieur Pozzoprofondo sits, bon."
"We drove on to the Downs, and we were nearly coming to grief. My horses
are young, and when they get on the grass they are as if they were mad.
It was very wrong; I know it was."
"D----d rash," interposes Jack. "He had nearly broken all our necks."
"And my brother Frank would have been Lord Kew," continued the young
Earl, with a quiet smile. "What an escape for him! The horses ran away--
ever so far--and I thought the carriage must upset. The poor little boy,
who has lost his pluck in the fever, began to cry; but that young girl,
though she was as white as a sheet, never gave up for a moment, and sate
in her place like a man. We met nothing, luckily; and I pulled the horses
in after a mile or two, and I drove 'em into Brighton as quiet as if I
had been driving a hearse. And that little trump of an Ethel, what do you
think she said? She said, 'I was not frightened, but you must not tell
mamma.' My aunt, it appears, was in a dreadful commotion--I ought to have
thought of that.


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