Also, you must send someone to fetch my horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it will be dark very soon and—’ ‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another. Michelle waved to her, then flitted over to where she was sitting. But I had to know for sure. Jonathan, however, was nowhere to be seen. “It’s jolly,” he said, “to feel you have come to me.
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