"At Ferndean, a manor-house on a farm he has, about thirty miles off:
quite a desolate spot."
"Who is with him?"
"Old John and his wife: he would have none else. He is quite broken
down, they say."
"Have you any sort of conveyance?"
"We have a chaise, ma'am, a very handsome chaise."
"Let it be got ready instantly; and if your post-boy can drive me to
Ferndean before dark this day, I'll pay both you and him twice the hire
you usually demand."
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