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thomas kinkade painting 'I am sure you do. Now, Jane, trip on before us away to the
backstairs; unbolt the side-passage door, and tell the driver of the
post-chaise you will see in the yard- or just outside, for I told
him not to drive his rattling wheels over the pavement- to be ready;
we are coming: and, Jane, if any one is about, come to the foot of the
stairs and hem.'
It was by this time half-past five, and the sun was on the point of
rising; but I found the kitchen still dark and silent. The
side-passage door was fastened; I opened it with as little noise as
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possible: all the yard was quiet; but the gates stood wide open, and
there was a post-chaise, with horses ready harnessed, and driver
seated on the box, stationed outside. I approached him, and said the
gentlemen were coming; he nodded: then I looked carefully round and
listened. The stillness of early morning slumbered everywhere; the
curtains were yet drawn over the servants' chamber windows; little
birds were just twittering in the blossom-blanched orchard trees,
whose boughs drooped like white garlands over the wall enclosing one
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