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The place when he entered was occupied mostly by labourers and workmen, dressed very much as he was himself, and quite as grimy as he had become after having driven about for hours in a laundry-cart and in a coal-cart, and having walked twelve kilometres, some of which he had covered whilst carrying a sleeping child in his arms.
My cart stands ready outside; and I pray you to have it filled at once, for the way is long, and I must be back betimes." Then a strange smile stole over Regin's wrinkled face, and he said, "Does Siegfried the prince come on such a lowly errand? Does he come to me through the forest, driving a donkey, and riding in a sooty coal-cart?
"Lord Reginald Oswald to be driven home in a coal-cart!" The idea, however, seemed to tickle the fancy of the young lord, for he burst into a fit of laughter. "It will be better to reach the hall even in that way, than to wait in this wretched hole until we can obtain a carriage.
After the execution I fought to the last. I escaped from Paris in a coal-cart, and went to Geneva. I have had work in London and in Birmingham, and now I have got work in New York."
Suffer one who is Thy servant, though a grievous sinner, to intercede for her afore she commits the sin that cannot be forgiven; to pluck her as a brand from the burning " By this, the women and a loafing man or two had clustered round, and Colliver's coal-cart had rattled up and come to a standstill.
But if she was mine I'd put her to work a coal-cart for six months; that would larn her." "I will ride her," said Miss Clifford, calmly; "her or none." "Saddle her, George," said Walter, resignedly. "I'll ride Goliah. Black Bess sha'n't plead a bad example. Goliah is as meek as Moses, Miss Clifford. He is a gigantic mouse." "I'd as lieve ride of a dead man," said the old groom. "Mr.
"A nous deux," he muttered between tightly clenched teeth; "a nous deux once more, my enigmatical Scarlet Pimpernel." It was an exceptionally dark night, and the rain was falling in torrents. Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, wrapped in a piece of sacking, had taken shelter right underneath the coal-cart; even then he was getting wet through to the skin.
It was a curious and melancholy spectacle, when an overladen coal-cart happened to pass through the street and drop a handful or two of its burden in the mud, to see half a dozen women and children scrambling for the treasure-trove, like a flock of hens and chickens gobbling up some spilt corn.
All that he tried to hide was Armand's disobedience, which, in his heart, he felt was the primary cause of the catastrophe. He told of the rescue of the Dauphin from the Temple, the midnight drive in the coal-cart, the meeting with Hastings and Tony in the spinney.
From the windows several females were watching the movements of a little child; and just as M. inquired for a road across the mountains, the infant was in danger of being crushed by a coal-cart which had entered the street. The cries and alarms of the females were met by the activity of the travellers, and the companion of M. set off to snatch the infant from danger, and place him in security.
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