His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg.
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