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grims, like me, leaning over the paling, and refreshed by
the glimpse the rogue steals of this charming oratory.
Yes; here comes the fair Brunnisende."
And he made his salutation. Miss Brandon smiled
from under her gipsy-hat very pleasantly for her.
"Will you come with me for a drive, Radie?" she asked.
"Yes, dear — delighted. Margery, bring my gloves
and cloak."
And she unpinned the faded silk shawl that did duty
in the garden, and drew off her gauntlets, and showed her
pretty hands; and Margery popped her cloak on her
shoulders, and the young lady pulled on her gloves. All
ready in a moment, like a young lady of energy; and
chatting merrily, she sat down beside her cousin, who held
the reins. As there were no more gates to open, Miss
Brandon dismissed the servant, who stood at the ponies'
heads, and who, touching his hat with his white glove,
received his congS, and strode with willing steps up the
road.
"Will you take me for your footman as far as the
town?" asked Lord Chelford; so, with permission, up he
jumped behind, and away they whirled, close over the
ground, on toy wheels riDging merrily on the shingle, he
leaning over the back and chatting pleasantly with the
young ladies as they drove on.
They drew up at the Brandon Arms, and little girls
courtesied at doors, aud householders peeped from their
windows, not standing close to the panes, but respectfully
"back, at the great lady and the nobleman, who was now
taking his leave.
And next they pulled up at that official rendezvous,
with white-washed front — and "post-office," in white
letters on a brown board over its door, and its black,
hinged window-pane, through which Mr. Driver — or, in
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