ABSTRACT
A few days afterwards, Sheelah, bursting into Dora’s room, exclaimed, ‘Miss Dora! miss Dora! for the love of God, they are coming! They’re coming down the avenue, powdering along! Black Connal himself flaming away, with one in a gold hat, this big, galloping after, and all gold over he is entirely! - Oh! what will become of us, master Harry, now! Oh! it took the sight out of my eyes! - And yours as red as ferrets, dear! - Oh! the cratur. But come to the window and look out - nobody will mind - stretch out the body, and I’ll hold ye fast, never fear! - at the turn of the big wood / do you see them behind the trees, the fir dales, glittering and flaming? Do you see them at all?’
