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, the Wind presently, ' and there never will be 

 to-morrow. It is all one long to-day. When 

 the man in the hill was you were too, and he 

 still is now you are here ; but of these things 

 you will know more when you are older, that 

 is if you will only continue to drink me. 

 Come, dear, let us race on again.' So the 

 two went on and came to a hawthorn-bush, 

 and Bevis, full of mischief always, tried to slip 

 away from the Wind round the bush, but the 

 Wind laughed and caught him. 



" A little further and they came to the fosse 

 of the old camp. Bevis went down into the 

 trench, and he and the Wind raced round 

 along it as fast as ever they could go, till 

 presently he ran up out of it on the hill, and 

 there was the waggon underneath him, with 

 the load well piled up now. There was the 

 plain, yellow with stubble ; the hills beyond 

 it and the blue valley, just the same as he had 

 left it, 



" As Bevis stood and looked down, the 

 Wind caressed him and said, t Good-bye, 

 darling, I am going yonder, straight across 

 to the blue valley and the blue sky, where 



