They had escaped, and meant to lose no
time in finding a place of refuge for the moment. They were
sure if they recrossed now, they must meet the mob. They were
about to leave her, Sybil in infinite distress, when a lady
driving herself in a pony carriage, with a couple of grooms
behind her mounted also on ponies of the same form and colour,
came up from the direction of the Moor, and observing the
group and Sybil much agitated, pulled up and enquired the
cause. One of the men, frequently interrupted by all the
women, immediately entered into a narrative of the state of
affairs for which the lady was evidently quite unprepared, for
her alarm was considerable.
"And this young person will persist in crossing over,"
continued the man. "It's nothing less than madness. I tell
her she will meet instant death or worse."
"It seems to me very rash," said the lady in a kind tone, and
who seemed to recognise her.
"Alas! what am I to do!" exclaimed Sybil. "I left my father
at Mr Trafford's!"
"Well, we have no time to lose," said the man, whose companion
had now fastened the boat to the bank, and so wishing them
good morning, and followed by the whole of his cargo, they
went on their way.
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