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. We've got to make
him take up the harp of life and go twanging it again. I have
suffered—I have sinned—I have repented. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her
island. Don’t leave me in this beastly thing. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside,
having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is
tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice.
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