She could not speak.

She felt as if, with all her striving, she could not move--just as one does in a nightmare--but she was past the place even as this terror came to its acme; and when she came to herself, Mr.Osbaldistone was still blandly talking, and saying-- "It is now a reward for our obedience to your wishes, Miss Wilkins, for if the projected railway passes through the ash-field yonder we should have been perpetually troubled with the sight of the trains; indeed, the sound would have been much more distinct than it will be now coming through the interlacing branches.

Then you will not go in, Miss Wilkins ?" Mrs.Osbaldistone desired me to say how happy--"Ah! I can understand such feelings--Certainly, certainly; it is so much the shortest way to the town, that we elder ones always go through the stable- yard; for young people, it is perhaps not quite so desirable.

Ha! Dixon," he continued, "on the watch for the Miss Ellinor we so often hear of! This old man," he continued to Ellinor, "is never satisfied with the seat of our young ladies, always comparing their way of riding with that of a certain missy--" "I cannot help it, sir; they've quite a different style of hand, and sit all lumpish-like.

Now, Miss Ellinor, there--" "Hush, Dixon," she said, suddenly aware of why the old servant was not popular with his mistress.