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hurrying into my boots, with her — "Tally-0, 

 Oh John Peel's Tally-0! would awaken the dead 

 or a fox from his lair in the morning! Get up, 

 Cousin Ned. Time and hounds wait for no man. " 



And then a delicious care-free laugh rippling 

 off in the distance and the swift patter-pat of the 

 gray mare's hoofs as she felt the spur. 



Trotter had set out the whisky and soda with 

 a kind of nervous, worried hospitality, his eyes 

 wandering inevitably back to the little silver clock 

 on the mantelpiece. I think Mrs. Norman must 

 have been noticing him more particularly than 

 her husband or myself from what she told me 

 afterw^ard. 



At any rate, I recall Trotter standing in the 

 middle of the room quite motionless, with the 

 intense expression of countenance one has in 

 trying to catch a faint and distant sound. Mrs. 

 Norman was sitting near him with her eyes up- 

 turned to his, watching, a little frightened I 

 think. 



Norman did not seem to be taking it in, but 

 the silence and the preoccupation of all must have 

 disturbed him, for suddenly he reached out and 

 noisily poured himself a drink, then lay back in his 

 chair again. 



"Hush!" says Trotter. 



At that Norman sat upright. When he saw 

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