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Updated: June 19, 2025

Once the wheels grazed the log, and it tilted slightly. Sarah screamed aloud. Mr. Surly knew what he was about, however, and knew how to do it. He passed on safely into the wider road, and the wood-cart rattled composedly on. "There a'r'd a ben a purty close shave in the night," he remarked, coolly, pointing with his whip down the precipice.

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps - Gypsy Breynton