Mr Haredale shook him warmly by the hand, and thanked him from his heart.

In five minutes' time the chaise was ready, and this good scapegrace in his saddle.

The murderer was put inside, the blinds were drawn up, the sexton took his seat upon the bar, Mr Haredale mounted his horse and rode close beside the door; and so they started in the dead of night, and in profound silence, for London.
The consternation was so extreme that even the horses which had escaped the flames at the Warren, could find no friends to shelter them.

They passed them on the road, browsing on the stunted grass; and the driver told them, that the poor beasts had wandered to the village first, but had been driven away, lest they should bring the vengeance of the crowd on any of the inhabitants.
Nor was this feeling confined to such small places, where the people were timid, ignorant, and unprotected.

When they came near London they met, in the grey light of morning, more than one poor Catholic family who, terrified by the threats and warnings of their neighbours, were quitting the city on foot, and who told them they could hire no cart or horse for the removal of their goods, and had been compelled to leave them behind, at the mercy of the crowd.