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When I reached Arden I took one of the melancholy vehicles which stand at our station, and very much astonished the driver by ordering him to take me, not to my own home, but to the House of Martha.
"You know they're busted up, sir," said the man, turning to me, as his old horse hurried us along at the best of his speed.