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go back, perhaps, to the plains." He looked dreamily at the horse-breaker's hands. "Now, suppose you wanted the horse; and suppose you knew where it was, and just how to get it; you could easily take it, couldn't you, and she would never be any the wiser?"
Carron shook with amusement now, when he remembered it. The old theorizer had accurately worked the matter out; and certainly he had hit the nail on the head! It seemed the scholar and he had rather changed places since the first time they had talked in the study. He could laugh about it now in his room. But he had felt a little tormented while the scholar had probed the old passion with his accurate supposition. He realized it was there yet; but it was there as a background for the new, young, more fiery passion, which he had not grown up with and become accustomed to, but which had seized him in his full strength, melted him and translated him with its wonder and with its promises. This held other thought at a distance. He still heard clearer than anything else; the joyous running of Blanche's feet.
He blew out his candle, since already a brightness, which sifted into his room from without, made the pointed flames pale. Upon his floor
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