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Then we shut the gate on the man, and leave him. He 

 rings the bell at intervals for an hour afterwards ; but, 

 attracting no attention, he, it is supposed, drives off. How 

 far he got, or if he ever reached London at all that night, is 

 to this day a matter of great uncertainty. My Aunt has the 

 spare room, and next morning goes to her solicitor. 



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Some days afterwards she comes down again, this time in 

 a fly. 



" Letters of Administration ?" I ask. 



"No, my dear!" she cries, in an almost fainting state. 

 '■'' Pm stmmioned/'^ 



" Summoned ! " I exclaimed. 



" Yes," she replies, " to a Pohce Court. That Cabman/ To- 

 morrow I shall be a prisoner. Tell me what they can do 

 to me." 



