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deer out of my mind — You see, I had not 

 taken him. And the following summer I went 

 over to Windsor Park I had to make that 

 visit, for I could not get rid of the hankering 

 to see him again. 



On my arrival I told them the object of my 

 visit. I was surprised, and a little vexed, to 

 meet with some amount of opposition. Then 

 they fetched the head Kanger. To him, also, I 

 related the purpose that had brought me from 

 Biggleswade. I said : 



''I have come to see the white hart you 

 have here." 



"Well sir," he replied, *' I'm very sorry. 

 But you can't see him." 



" Indeed," I enquired, for by now my 

 dander was rising. " And why not ? " 



'' Because I have had orders not to show 

 him to anybody," he answered, also probably 

 getting a little angry. '' He's so wild," he 

 added. 



"Well," I said, "wild he may be, and a 

 devil I know he is. But I have come from 

 Biggleswade, in Bedfordshire, to see him. 



