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SIR JAMES OVINGTON'S carriage was waiting without, and in it the Avon / family, so tragically separated and so strangely re-united, were borne / away to the squire's hospitable home. When they had gone, my uncle / mounted his curricle, and drove Ambrose and myself to the village.
"We had best see your father at once, nephew," said he. "Sir Lothian and / his man started some time ago. I should be sorry if there should be any / hitch in our meeting."