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All this disorder fed a nant pleasure in him For by now he had coainst all hue to tell he never once in these retted his dear horieved for noas his departed vixen He was haunted all this tientle woman, but by the recollection of an animal; a beast it is true that could sit at table and play piquet when it would, but for all that nothing really but a wild beast His one hope noas the recovery of this beast, and of this he drea he was visited by visions of her; her ed brush, white throat, and the thick fur in her ears all haunted him

Every one of her foxey as now so absolutely precious to him that I believe that if he had known for certain she was dead, and had thoughts ofa second time, he would never have been happy with a woet hiood a e as he could make

Yet this all proceeded one al fidelity, that it would be hard to find h we may think him a fool, almost a madman, we must, e look closer, find much to respect in his extraordinary devotion How different indeed was he froo ive thee, and nay, what is more, there are many who extenuate such conduct too But Mr Tebrick was of a very different te but a hunted beast, cared for no one in the world but her

But this devouring love ate into hihts, and not caring for his person, in a few months he orn to the shadow of himself His cheeks were sunk in, his eyes hollow but excessively brilliant, and his whole body had lost flesh, so that looking at him the wonder was that he was still alive

Now that the hunting season was over he had less anxiety for her, yet even so he was not positive that the hounds had not got her For between the ti season (just after Easter), there were but three vixens killed near Of those three one was a half-blind or wall-eyed, and one was a very grey dull-coloured beast The third answered more to the description of his wife, but that it had not s, whereas in her the blackness of the legs was very plain to be noticed But yet his fearand the legs beingthe first week in May, about four o'clock, when he was out waiting in the little copse, he sat down for a while on a tree stu towards hi a hare over its shoulder so that it was nearly all hidden from him At last, when it was not twenty yards fro into the copse, when Mr Tebrick stood up and cried out, "Silvia, Silvia, is it you?"