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THE THOROUGHBREDS. 5) Staunton leaped the gate when he disappeared from the horse’s back, the steed galloped on, and he was left lying in the field. ‘“O Heaven, he is killed, he is killed!’ was the wild cry that issued from Florina’s lips, and she sprang frantically toward the gate. ‘“ Do not be alarmed, dear Flo,” said Harold, half-raising himself, but apparently with great pain, and then he sank back again. The gate was opened, and in a moment he was surrounded by all the party. He was very pale, and looked up with anguish on his countenance. Florina threw herself upon her knees by his side, while Mr. Hawkshaw assisted her to raise him. Lady Macdonald was excessively alarmed, Lady Saxondale seemed so, and Juliana was frightened as much as it was in her nature to care for anybody. “Where are you hurt, Harold? For Heaven’s sake, speak!’ cried his sister, full of anguish. ‘ Oh, do speak, Harold! Tell me where you are hurt.”’ “It is nothing — beyond a mere fall — a few bruises,”’ murmured Staunton, as if with difficulty giving utterance to the words. Mr. Hawkshaw ran his hands over Lord Harold’s arms and then his legs, and finding that he did not give vent to any expression of pain, the squire at once concluded that no bones were broken. ‘Stand up, my lord, let us assist you to rise. There,’’ he exclaimed, as he and Florina together helped Staunton to regain his feet. ‘‘ How do you feel now? ”’ ‘“ Better, much better; I am only bruised. Run and get yéur horse, Hawkshaw. I can stand alone now, or at least supported on my sister’s ari Thon, dear Flo, for the kind interest you take in me.’ Mr. Hawkshaw, now perfectly assured that nothing very serious was the matter with Lord Harold, hastened in pursuit: of the steed, which he soon caught; and on leading it back to the spot where the accident had occurred, he found Staunton leaning against the gate, surrounded by the ladies, who were receiving his assurances that he only felt very much shaken, but that there was nothing serious to appre- hend. ‘To his sister’s proposal that medical assistance should be sent for, he gave a decisive negative, declaring that CORVICLO@OO 6S (FO)