She was hoisted over the wall, placed before me upon my Horse like a Portmanteau, and I galloped away with her from the Castle of Lindenberg.

The unlucky Duenna never had made a more disagreeable journey in her life: She was jolted and shaken till She was become little more than an animated Mummy; not to mention her fright when we waded through a small River through which it was necessary to pass in order to regain the Village.

Before we reached the Inn, I had already determined how to dispose of the troublesome Cunegonda.

We entered the Street in which the Inn stood, and while the page knocked, I waited at a little distance.

The Landlord opened the door with a Lamp in his hand.
'Give me the light!' said Theodore; 'My Master is coming.' He snatched the Lamp hastily, and purposely let it fall upon the ground: The Landlord returned to the Kitchen to re-light the Lamp, leaving the door open.