Wood had been my father, as well as yours. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. I don’t mind it.
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