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The landlord, the lady, and Mr Charles Wogan were all three, it see of the year 1719 Wogan was not

surprised, his luck for the ether in, so that even when

his horse stumbled and went lana, he had no doubt but that soerly on for a few yards, stopped, and

looked round at his an and his horse were on the best of

terently felt

the strained leg Then he took the bridle in his hand and walked

forward, whistling as he walked

Yet the place and the hour were , and he walked across an eh the upper air was golden and the green peaks

of the hills rosy The basin itself was filled with a broad uncoloured

light, and lay naked to it and extraordinarily still There were as yet

no shadows; the road rose and dipped across low ridges of turf, a

ribbon of dead and unillurass at any distance from

the road had the darkness of peat He led his horse forward for perhaps

aa corner by a knot of trees came unexpectedly

upon a wayside inn In front of the inn stood a travelling carriage with

its team of horses The backs of the horses s in the broad daylight Mr Wogan quickened

his pace He would beg a seat on the box to the next posting stage