struggling eed. s   be muc; but I asked ion—

    “Are you injured, sir?”

    I t am not certain; ed o me directly.

    “Can I do anything?” I asked again.

    “You must just stand on one side,”  to o . I did; tering process, accompanied by a barking and baying ance; but I  be driven quite aill I sa. tunate; tablis!” traveller noooping, felt  and leg, as if trying ed to tile  down.

    I  least officious, I think, for I now drew near him again.

    “If you are , and  chornfield hall or from hay.”

    “tood up and tried , but t extorted an involuntary “Ugh!”

    Somet still lingered, and t: I could see eel clasped; its details  apparent, but I traced ts of middle  and considerable breadt. ern features and a ed just no  reac be ty-five. I felt no fear of  little sleman, I s o stand tioning  o one. I ical reverence and y, elegance, gallantry, fascination; but  ties incarnate in masculine sinctively t tning, or anyt is brig antipatic.

    If even tranger o me ance gaily and  felt any vocation to rene traveller, set me at my ease: I retained my station o go, and announced—

    “I cannot t so late an ary lane, till I see you are fit to mount your horse.”

    me wurned ion before.

    “I s to be at his neighbourhood: where do you come from?”

    “From just belo at all afraid of being out late o post a letter.”

    “You live just belo t tlements?” pointing to t a  out distinct and pale from t, by contrast ern sky, now seemed one mass of shado