Carbuncle's horse," said Lord George. Oh,
if she could only pass them, and get up to those men whom she saw before
her! She knew that one of them was her cousin Frank. She had no wish to
pass them, but she did wish that he should see her. In the next fence Lord
George spied a rail, which he thought safer than a blind hedge, and he
made for it. His horse took it well, and so did Lizzie's; but Lizzie
jumped it a little too near him, as he had paused an instant to look at
the ground.
"Indeed, I won't do it again," she said, collecting all her breath for an
apology.
"You are going admirably," he said, "and your horse is worth double the
money." She was so glad now that he had not spared for price in mounting
her! Looking to the right, she could see that Mrs. Carbuncle had only just
floundered through the hedge. Lucinda was still ahead, but Sir Griffin was
falling behind, as though divided in duty between the niece and the aunt.
Then they passed through a gate, and Lord George stayed his horse to hold
it for her. She tried to thank him but he stopped her. "Don't mind
talking, but come along, and take it easy." She smiled again, and he told
himself that she was wondrous pretty.
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