And so lie died at seventy-four, still imagining liemight begin next week, or perhaps the week after that. Theshop was kept by a man called Shackleton who looked exactly as you wouldwish a bookseller to look. Yet as soon as Strange and Jeremy Johns left thevillage, the reason for this queer state of affairs became apparent. It was towardsevening and our two gondolas were as black as night and quite asmelancholy.
Oh! There is no explanation necessary. When he arrived back at the hotelin Shoemaker-street, he sat down and wrote a long letter to Arabelladescribing in great detail the shocking way he was treated. You think we have such short memories as that? Well, we shall makeevery endeavour not to forget you in the space of a few months. My poor horse --who is not generally a nervous beast -- seemed to be seeing all manner of thingsto frighten him.
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