Contraband Or A Losing Hazard

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Excerpt from Contraband: Or a Losing Hazard "In confidence, Sir Henry" "In confidence, Mrs. Lascelles, of course. I think you can depend upon me." And Sir Henry, as directed by a Weather-beaten guide-post, turned into a narrow lane on his homeward way, while the lady with whom he had been riding jogged her tired horse gently along the high road, absorbed in thoughts, pleasant, suggestive, engrossing - not precisely in "maiden meditation," for she was a widow - not yet, although she was nearer thirty than twenty, wholly "fancy free." Mrs. Lascelles loved her horse dearly, and had been riding him with the liberality and confidence that springs from true affection, in a lady-like manner no doubt, and gracefully enough, but with considerable daring, and no small expenditure of pace. The good generous animal had a perfect right to be tired, having borne his precious burden honourably and safely close to hounds as long as a stout old fox could live before them, and had fairly earned the caresses she lavished on his toil-stained crest and shoulders, while the hoof-tread of his late companion died out in the distance. Mrs. Lascelles, I have said, loved her horse dearly. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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