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Show Hard on the Mare. Twice, an the hue slowly wended Ita way up the steep Cumberland (lap, the door ut the rear opened and alammed. At first those Inside paid little heed: but the third time demanded to know why they should be disturbed In thla fashion. "Whist." cautioned the driver, dnnn't spake ao loud; she'll overhear us." "Who?" "The mare. Rpake low! Bhure, Ol'm denavln th' crayture. Everry tolme ahe 'ears tb' door close, aha thlnka won o' yei la gettln' down ter walk up th' hill, an' that sort o' ralaea her aperrlta." Success Magailhe. |