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yield. My virtue of last night has faded com 

 pletely, but his zeal is fast colors. I am ready 

 to back out, but, dimly remembering my 

 Spartan attitude of the night before, I don t 

 dare. Thus are we enslaved by our virtues. 

 I submit, with only one word of comment 

 &quot;And we call this pleasure!&quot; To which Jona 

 than wisely makes no response. 



We groped our way downstairs, lighted 

 another candle, and sleepily devoured some 

 sandwiches and milk a necessary but cheer 

 less process, with all the coziness of the night 

 before conspicuously left out. We heard the 

 carriage being brought up outside, we snatched 

 up our wraps, sweaters, shawls, coats, 

 Jonathan picked up the valise with the hunt 

 ing equipment, we blew out the candles, and 

 went out into the chilly darkness. As our eyes 

 became accustomed to the change, we per 

 ceived that the sky was not quite black, but 

 gray, and that the stars were fewer than in the 

 real night. We got in, tucked ourselves up 

 snugly, and started off down the road stretch 

 ing faintly before us. The horse s steps 

 sounded very loud, and echoed curiously 

 against the silent houses as we passed. As we 



