"And how far is it?"
"What a long way! I wonder Mrs. Reed is not afraid to trust her so far
The coach drew up; there it was at the gates with its four horses and its
top laden with passengers: the guard and coachman loudly urged haste; my
trunk was hoisted up; I was taken from Bessie's neck, to which I clung
"Be sure and take good care of her," cried she to the guard, as he lifted
me into the inside.
"Ay, ay!" was the answer: the door was slapped to, a voice exclaimed "All
right," and on we drove. Thus was I severed from Bessie and Gateshead;
thus whirled away to unknown, and, as I then deemed, remote and