The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 206: what you’re looking at

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THE LAWYERS 189 by the fall, he seized upon the legs of Chiffin the Cannibal, who had mounted to the box. ‘This scoundrel is killed,’’ ejaculated Mr. Malton, alluding to Lady Bess, who lay quite motionless. “The deuce!” exclaimed Chiffin, and violently disen- gaging himself from the hold which Mr. Marlow had fastened upon him, he sprang down from the box and rushed away as fast as his legs would carry him. Mr. Marlow was thrown to the ground by the sudden violence of the Cannibal, but instantly rising to his feet, he shook himself, not merely for the purpose of casting off the dust which his garments had gathered by rolling in it, but likewise to assure himself that he had no broken bones. While, however, he was still somewhat uncertain on the latter point, his thoughts were quickly startled into another channel by an ejaculation which burst from the lips of his partner. “Why, by Heaven, it is a woman!” exclaimed Mr. Malton, who had just stooped down to ascertain whether the highwayman was actually killed or only stunned by the severe fall experienced from the horse. ‘A woman!’ echoed Mr. Marlow, likewise stooping down. ‘‘ Ay, and a very handsome one into the bargain,”’ for his partner had plucked the black mask from her coun- tenance. ‘“‘ But, dear me! I am very much mistaken if I don’t know this face — yes, and that horse, too — why, to be sure, I cannot be deceived! I have seen this woman — a lady I always thought her — riding about Tottenham and Edmonton on that very horse, but not in this attire, though, in}a proper female riding-habit. John, haven’t you seen this lady? ” ““ Never mind asking any questions now,’’ said Mr. Malton, somewhat impatiently. ‘‘See, she lives, she opens her eyes.” And it was so. Lady Bess had been merely stunned by the fall, and consciousness rapidly returning, she became aware of the position in which she was placed, a prisoner in the hands of the two attorneys. “Are you hurt young woman?” demanded Mr Malton, with a sternness that was only tempered by a feeling of humanity. “ No, I think not,” answered Lady Bess, rising to her GomilGcdooks (C(O)