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impetus from behind knocked him on to the horse's neck, 

 loosened both feet from the stirrups, and pulled the reins 

 out of his hands, and a permanent impression that 

 hunting, so far, at least, as it included jumping, was in 

 the highest degree risky work, not again to be rashly 

 undertaken, was strong within him this morning. But 

 there can be no difficulty about doing what is done by that 





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man to the left — Sylvanson. He will try: and so he 

 turns aside from the next gate to jump the hedge a few 

 yards from the convenient opening, the crowd at which 

 necessitates a wait. His horse takes the hint and goes 

 willinpjly enough. The fence is of the fairest, but a 

 tremor seizes Clerkson at the last stride. His legs 

 relax their grasp of the saddle, so by way of support he 

 clutches tightly hold of the reins. The consequences 



