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372 THE COURT OF LONDON couple of yards of the spot where we was hid in the shade. We saw quite enough of her to convince us that she was 4 sweet pretty creature; and the Mushroom Faker whispered in my ear, ‘ My eyes! if Nell Gibson only had that young gal in her hands for a week or so.’ These words was a hint, and without any more ado I took the young gal up in my arms the moment the guard turned away to attend to a inside passenger. Finding that her heart beat, I carried her right clean away from the spot, no one seeing the dodge in the darkness and the confusion. The Mushroom Faker kicked against a bundle which he accordingly picked up and brought with him; and as it was quite close to the place where the young girl was laying, I suppose it is hers.”’ “Well, the occurrence is a fortunate one,’’ observed Nell Gibson; “ for Mrs. Gale will pay handsomely for this young creature. She’s delicate-looking, but beautiful as an angel, though I say it who know so little about angels — and perhaps never shall know any more. But what about the baronet? ”’ she demanded, abruptly. “ Oh, he’s a baronet, 1s he? ” exclaimed Bencull. “ Yes, to be sure, I recollect there is a baronet of the name of Huntingdon at the West End — I’ve heard of him afore; he’s a pal of the prince’s. Well, I suppose he has got clean off; and precious awkward it is, too. I must go down-stairs and see what our pals say about it. So I’ll leave you to take care of this young gal.” With these words the ruffian quitted the chamber; and when the door had closed behind him, Nell Gibson took some water and sprinkled it upon the young damsel’s countenance. The effect was soon visible, and slowly did the fair being begin to recover; her bosom rose and fell with the long and painful undulations of returning consciousness, and open- ing a pair of the finest azure eves that ever reflected the pure soul’s light of innocence, she gazed up with a look of vacant inquiry into the countenance that was bending over her. Then, as her recollection gradually revived, and all the circumstances of the recent accident were recalled to her mind, she glanced around with an expression rather of eratitude than astonishment; for it naturally occurred to her that she was experiencing the hospitality of some humble dwelling near the scene of the coach accident. “Are you injured? Do you feel hurt?” inquired Nell Gomichbooks (E(0)