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“It is a smashed carriage!” a second strange voice called. This one was definitely the voice of a young man.
By now Dickens thought he had had quite enough of young men appearing mysteriously and troublesomely in his life, but a man’s assistance would be welcome. “Do help us!” he shouted. “We are three, all quite trapped, and I am not certain as to my companions’ well-being! Nor my own, for that matter.”
“I’m unhurt,” piped up Jenny Wren’s little reed of a voice, “except my legs are queer and my back’s bad, but that’s not the carriage’s fault.”
Someone was pulling bits of carriage off them, throwing splintered boards aside with a cheering vigor. “Everything will be all right, I am quite sure,” the young man said. He put out his arms and lifted Jenny and her stick right out of the wreckage. “Ada, do look after this little girl.”