After London - Or, Wild England by Richard Jefferies
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"Yes; there was a slight frost, or something like it, very early, and a mist on the surface; but it was splendid in the pool. Why don't you get up and come? You used to." "I can swim," said Felix laconically, implying that, having learnt the art, it no more tempted him. "You were late last night. I heard you put Night in." "We came home in style; it was rather dusky, but Night galloped the Green Miles." "Mind she doesn't put her hoof in a rabbit's hole, some night." "Not that. She can see like a cat. I believe we got over the twelve miles in less than an hour. Sharp work, considering the hills. You don't inquire for the news." "What's the news to me?" "Well, there was a quarrel at the palace yesterday afternoon. The Prince told Louis he was a double-faced traitor, and Louis told the Prince he was a suspicious fool. It nearly came to blows, and Louis is banished." "For the fiftieth time." "This time it is more serious." "Don't believe it. He will be sent for again this morning; cannot you |
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