Your aunt liked the pheasant. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. But I know a little place where we’ll get a little quiet talk. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. On Thursday we embark for South America.
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