Midwinter Nightingale
“But then, as she began to gather her wits together, she realized that the regular sound she could hear was the clip-clop of horses' hooves.
That's rum, she thought. I'm in a carriage, but how did I get here? It ain't Podge's curricle, for I'd feel the wind a-blowing, and I don't. Whose rig is it, and who stowed me here?
The next thing she discovered, when she tried to put this question to somebody, was that her mouth was stuffed full of cloth, with a bandage tied over it; and when, indignantly,... she tried to remove the bandage, she found that her hands were tightly bound with rope. In fact, thought Dido crossly, I've been scrobbled like a simple, green ninny. Now, who can have done that? And where the plague are they taking me?
Since nobody was at hand prepared to give her this information, Dido very sensibly decided that she might as well go back to sleep. It was dark and the carriage blinds were down, so there was nothing to be learned from looking out the windows. But before sleeping she went on a mental quest, rummaging in her memory for any recent event that might have some connection with this abduction.MoreLess
That's rum, she thought. I'm in a carriage, but how did I get here? It ain't Podge's curricle, for I'd feel the wind a-blowing, and I don't. Whose rig is it, and who stowed me here?
The next thing she discovered, when she tried to put this question to somebody, was that her mouth was stuffed full of cloth, with a bandage tied over it; and when, indignantly,... she tried to remove the bandage, she found that her hands were tightly bound with rope. In fact, thought Dido crossly, I've been scrobbled like a simple, green ninny. Now, who can have done that? And where the plague are they taking me?
Since nobody was at hand prepared to give her this information, Dido very sensibly decided that she might as well go back to sleep. It was dark and the carriage blinds were down, so there was nothing to be learned from looking out the windows. But before sleeping she went on a mental quest, rummaging in her memory for any recent event that might have some connection with this abduction.MoreLess
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