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For some few moments the awed Florence could not collect her senses sufficiently to know more than that she was saved. When she began to recover herself a little, Mr. Aylwinne was hurrying her down the hill; nor did he pause until they stood beside the carriage in which Fred was already comfortably laid.
"Miss Heriton must not ride home -- she is too wet to run the risk," said Mr. Aylwinne authoritatively. "Take my horse with you, John, and I will walk with her across the fields."