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In about an hour and a half this chaise reached the Pied Horse, on Elverstone Moor. Having changed horses at this inn, they resumed their journey, and Miss Alice Maybell, who had been sad and abstracted, now lowered the window beside her, and looked out upon the broad, shaggy heath, rising in low hillocks, and breaking here and there into pools -- a wild, and on the whole a monotonous and rather dismal expanse.
"How fresh and pleasant the air is here, and how beautiful the purple of the heath! " exclaimed the young lady with animation.