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eddying mist, and came to the side of the mail, where the

passenger stood. The rider stopped, and, casting up his eyes at the

guard, handed the passenger a small folded paper. The rider’s

horse was blown, and both horse and rider were covered with

mud, from the hoofs of the horse to the hat of the man.

“Guard!” said the passenger, in a tone of quiet business

confidence.

The watchful guard, with his right hand at the stock of his

raised blunderbuss, his left at the barrel, and his eye on the

horseman, answered curtly, “Sir.”

“There is nothing to apprehend. I belong to Tellson’s Bank.

You must know Tellson’s Bank in London. I am going to Paris on

business. A crown to drink. I may read this?”

“If so be as you’re quick, sir.”

He opened it in the light of the coach-lamp on that side, and

readfirst to himself and then aloud: “‘Wait at Dover for

Mam’selle.’ It’s not long, you see, guard. Jerry, say that my answer

was, RECALLED TO LIFE.”