"I must ask you to take Mrs.Goddard home again and call her women to look after her.

I fancy she will come to herself before long.

Do you mind ?" "Not in the least," said John cheerfully, mounting at the back of the dog-cart.
"And--Reynolds--bring Mr.Short back to the Hall immediately, please, and you shall have some beer." "All right, sir." John supported the fainting lady with one arm, turning round upon his seat at the back.

Old Strawberry wheeled quickly in her tracks and trotted down the avenue under the evident impression that she was going home.

Mr.Juxon dashed across the ditch again to the place where Walter Goddard had fallen.
The squire knelt down and tried to ascertain the extent of the man's injuries; as far as he could see there was a bad wound at his throat, and one hand was much mangled.