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The startled lawyer discerned what he did, looked in his face, and saw

that his eyes were glittering with excitement. But having no ear for

hoof-beats Mr. Fishwick did not understand what was afoot, until the

rider appeared at the road-end, and coming plump upon them, drew rein.

Then Sir George's voice rang out, stern and ominous. 'Good evening, Mr.

Dunborough,' he said, and raised his hat. 'Well met! We are travelling

the same road, and, if you please, will do the rest of our journey

together.'