of the hill. Drive for your life: a guinea for every mile you go." The nurse shrieked; the carriage flew; jolts, ruts, and rocks, were unheeded by Calantha. "We are pursued. Rush on:—reach Baron's Down:—gallop your horses. Fear not. I value not life, if you but reach the inn—if you but save me from this pursuit." "Stop," cried a voice of thunder." "Fear not," "Drive Johnny Carl," screamed the nurse. "Drive Johnny Carl," repeated the servant.
The horses flew; the post boys clashed their whips; the carriage wheels scarce appeared to touch the ground. A yell from behind seemed only to redouble their exertions. They arrive: Baron's Down appears in sight: lights are seen at the windows of the inn. The post-*boys ring and call: the doors are open: Lady Avondale flew from the carriage:—a servant of the duke's arrested her progress. "I am sorry to make so bold;
