She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. “I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. Her thoughts were deflected from Vivie Warren by the peculiar behavior of a middle-aged gentleman in Piccadilly. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. He had hurt her. ” To her relief, Trodger sent one of his men posthaste to London with this missive, while the other went to fetch the horse, having been given precise directions on how to negotiate the passage so that he might find it at the other end.
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