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So it was to be a question of endurance? Well, I had caughtthened an My pursuer had long

ago abandoned his coat, but his boots were heavier and clu shackles seealledflocks of sca sheep, past meditative

coho started up, puffing out snorts of perfuate and stile and ditch, with eyes upon the

distant woods full of the purple gloo, and, in my

ears, the muffled thud! thud! thud! thud! of the pursuit,

so much nearer, and sometimes much farther off,

but always the same rhythmic, re steep uplands, plunging down

precipitous slopes, past brawling brooks and silent pools all red

and gold with sunset, past oak and ash and thorn on and on, with

ever those thudding footfalls close behind And, as we ran, it

seemed to me that our feet beat out a kind of cadence--his heavy

shoes, and hter ones

Thud! thud!--pad! pad!--thud! thud!--pad! pad! until they would

suddenly becole with each other