. "
"And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly
apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. Nature is God,
Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. “Many nights I have thought of you, Anna. ”
He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. Instead her
point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his
grasp. Curses
light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued
snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable
alarm; "what can ail him?"
"I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke;
"he's seen somethin' not o' this world.
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