"Jane Eyre"
by Charlotte Bronte

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     "Yes."

     "And how far is it?"

     "Fifty miles."

     "What a long way! I wonder Mrs. Reed is not afraid to trust her so far alone."

     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 with kisses.

 

     "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 mysterious regions.

 
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