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from his face, and shake the wet out of his hat-brim, which might

be capable of holding about half a gallon. After standing with the

bridle over his heavily-splashed arm, until the wheels of the mail

were no longer within hearing and the night was quite still again,

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he turned to walk down the hill.

“After that there gallop from Temple Bar, old lady, I won’t trust

your forelegs till I get you on the level,” said this hoarse

messenger, glancing at his mare. “‘Recalled to life.’ That’s a

Blazing strange message. Much of that wouldn’t do for you, Jerry!

I say, Jerry! You’d be in a Blazing bad way, if recalling to life was

to come into fashion, Jerry!”

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Chapter III

THE NIGHT SHADOWS

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wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature