"My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. You see, I—I am a woman worshipper. The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders; but they could not make out who had uttered it. ” “I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament,” she continued. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect.
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