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saddle, he ca to--find her, Peter?"

"Yes, sir"

"And you knohere to look?"

"I think so--"

"Because, if you don't--I e," said I tentatively

"Then you'd better go, boy--the ravel ripped h the tears stood in his eyes "I

always felt very fatherly towards you, Peter--and--you won't

forget the lonely old et damnably lonely here sometimes, and oh,

curse it! Goodby! dear lad" So he turned, and walked up the

steps into his great, lonely house

"O Wings! with thy slender grace, and tireless strength, if ever

thou didst gallop before, do thy best to-day! Spurn, spurn the

dust 'neath thy fleet hoofs, stretch thy graceful Arab neck, bear

s, for never shalt thou and I see its

like again"