Spring Breeze

Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The stillness consequent on the cessation of the rumbling and labouring of the coach, added to the stillness of the night, made it very quiet indeed. The panting of the horses communicated a tremulous motion to the coach, as if it were in a state of agitation. The hearts of the passengers beat loud enough perhaps to be heard; but at any rate, the quiet pause was audibly expressive of people out of breath, and holding the breath, and having the pulses quickened by expectation. ¡¡¡¡The sound of a horse at a gallop came fast and furiously up the hill. ¡¡¡¡"So-ho!" the guard sang out, as loud as he could roar. "Yo there! Stand! I shall fire!"
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¡¡¡¡The pace was suddenly checked, and, with much splashing and floundering, a man's voice called from the mist, "Is that the Dover mail?" ¡¡¡¡"Never you mind what it is!" the guard retorted. "What are you?" ¡¡¡¡"Is that the Dover mail?" ¡¡¡¡"Why do you want to know?" ¡¡¡¡"I want a passenger, if it is." ¡¡¡¡"What passenger?" ¡¡¡¡"Mr. Jarvis Lorry."