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andthenitwas,“Takemetoher.”Sometimesitwasstaringand
bewildered,andthenitwas,“Idon’tknowher.Idon’t
understand.”
Aftersuchimaginarydiscourse,thepassengerinhisfancy
woulddig,anddig,dignow,withaspade,nowwithagreatkey,
nowwithhishandstodigthiswretchedcreatureout.Gotoutat
last,withearthhangingabouthisfaceandhair,hewould
suddenlyfallawaytodust.Thepassengerwouldthenstartto
himself,andlowerthewindow,togettherealityofmistandrain
onhischeek.
Yetevenwhenhiseyeswereopenedonthemistandrain,on
themovingpatchoflightfromthelamps,andthehedgeatthe
roadsideretreatingbyjerks,thenightshadowsoutsidethecoach
wouldfallintothetrainofthenightshadowswithin.Thereal
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