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and the spur ; for the tail performed the part of index 

 a true tell-/at/, swishing and signalizing to each 

 application of the blunt rowel upon the same spot, 

 grown horny and resistful under its influence. The 

 mouth that had spoken dropped into the neck-warmer 

 again and the kind but care-full eye looked straight 

 forward, with its fellow, into the early morning fog 

 that lay upon the road and fields, and dripped upon the 

 hedges, where the gossamer had hung its tiny tissue, 

 waiting patiently for Sunrise. Click, click, click, click, 

 went the aggravating off-side hind-shoe, for half a mile 

 nearly, before another word was spoken. 



"Any chance of its rising again, d'ye think, 

 Sir?" 



Still no answer. The question could not have ap- 

 plied to the Sun, for his red merry countenance was 

 already beginning to peep, immensely large, over 

 hill, like some welcome-faced friend, half be- 

 hind the door, glowing with the knowledge how the 

 heart of him, or her, who sits within will rush to tear 

 away the screen that separates them. It could not be 

 the Sun : for he is half up now, and yet no answer 

 from that thoughtful-looking Quixote, who sits his 

 mare as if he was riding in a dream, and had lost the 

 power of utterance. It was strange, too ; for he had 



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