"Thank Heaven, then I am not too late!" exclaimed Roland Ruthven, as he sprung on the horse that awaited him at the door of the hotel where he had arrived but an hour before; "there is no message for me specially?" "None, sir," said the mounted groom, touching his hat, and shortening his gathered reins.…
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