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misfortune. But the hare, every whit as crafty 

 as he, had caught the glint of his eye, had 

 observed the sudden arrest of the nostrils, 

 had read his mind through and through, and 

 before Grey Fox was abreast of the chantry 

 had already made arrangements not to be at 

 home when he called. An indescribable look 

 came into the hare's usually impassive eyes as 

 he thought of the disappointment that awaited 

 reynard, on whose mask as he crossed the 

 ridge played an expression of satisfaction 

 at the prize that would be his before the moon 

 was very much older. The prospect of the 

 delicious feast forced the memory of the fight 

 into the background ; for the rest of the way 

 he ran on four legs, and it was of the hare, not 

 of the lurcher, he was thinking when later he 

 fell asleep curled up in the innermost recess of 

 his earth. 



Meanwhile the hare, who had resolved to 

 abandon the hill for a while, sat thinking over 

 the question of a new seat. His mind once 

 more ran over all the old forms, but in the end 

 rejected every one of them for the untried 

 retreat in the cliffs to which he had been on 

 the point of going before. 



That night he spent on the moorland, where 

 — a most unusual thing — he did not encounter 



