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I
shall
never
have
such
a
ride
again
.
I
have
never
had
such
another
.
There
were
only
those
three
,
their
hamper
,
my
hamper
,
and
the
guitar
-
case
,
in
the
phaeton
;
and
,
of
course
,
the
phaeton
was
open
;
and
I
rode
behind
it
,
and
Dora
sat
with
her
back
to
the
horses
,
looking
towards
me
.
She
kept
the
bouquet
close
to
her
on
the
cushion
,
and
wouldn
’
t
allow
Jip
to
sit
on
that
side
of
her
at
all
,
for
fear
he
should
crush
it
.
She
often
carried
it
in
her
hand
,
often
refreshed
herself
with
its
fragrance
.
Our
eyes
at
those
times
often
met
;
and
my
great
astonishment
is
that
I
didn
’
t
go
over
the
head
of
my
gallant
grey
into
the
carriage
.
There
was
dust
,
I
believe
.
There
was
a
good
deal
of
dust
,
I
believe
.
I
have
a
faint
impression
that
Mr
.
Spenlow
remonstrated
with
me
for
riding
in
it
;
but
I
knew
of
none
.
I
was
sensible
of
a
mist
of
love
and
beauty
about
Dora
,
but
of
nothing
else
.
He
stood
up
sometimes
,
and
asked
me
what
I
thought
of
the
prospect
.
I
said
it
was
delightful
,
and
I
dare
say
it
was
;
but
it
was
all
Dora
to
me
.
The
sun
shone
Dora
,
and
the
birds
sang
Dora
.
The
south
wind
blew
Dora
,
and
the
wild
flowers
in
the
hedges
were
all
Doras
,
to
a
bud
.
My
comfort
is
,
Miss
Mills
understood
me
.
Miss
Mills
alone
could
enter
into
my
feelings
thoroughly
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
long
we
were
going
,
and
to
this
hour
I
know
as
little
where
we
went
.
Perhaps
it
was
near
Guildford
.
Perhaps
some
Arabian
-
night
magician
,
opened
up
the
place
for
the
day
,
and
shut
it
up
for
ever
when
we
came
away
.
It
was
a
green
spot
,
on
a
hill
,
carpeted
with
soft
turf
.
There
were
shady
trees
,
and
heather
,
and
,
as
far
as
the
eye
could
see
,
a
rich
landscape
.
It
was
a
trying
thing
to
find
people
here
,
waiting
for
us
;
and
my
jealousy
,
even
of
the
ladies
,
knew
no
bounds
.
But
all
of
my
own
sex
—
especially
one
impostor
,
three
or
four
years
my
elder
,
with
a
red
whisker
,
on
which
he
established
an
amount
of
presumption
not
to
be
endured
—
were
my
mortal
foes
.
We
all
unpacked
our
baskets
,
and
employed
ourselves
in
getting
dinner
ready
.
Red
Whisker
pretended
he
could
make
a
salad
(
which
I
don
’
t
believe
)
,
and
obtruded
himself
on
public
notice
.
Some
of
the
young
ladies
washed
the
lettuces
for
him
,
and
sliced
them
under
his
directions
.
Dora
was
among
these
.
I
felt
that
fate
had
pitted
me
against
this
man
,
and
one
of
us
must
fall
.
Red
Whisker
made
his
salad
(
I
wondered
how
they
could
eat
it
.
Nothing
should
have
induced
ME
to
touch
it
!
)
and
voted
himself
into
the
charge
of
the
wine
-
cellar
,
which
he
constructed
,
being
an
ingenious
beast
,
in
the
hollow
trunk
of
a
tree
.
By
and
by
,
I
saw
him
,
with
the
majority
of
a
lobster
on
his
plate
,
eating
his
dinner
at
the
feet
of
Dora
!
I
have
but
an
indistinct
idea
of
what
happened
for
some
time
after
this
baleful
object
presented
itself
to
my
view
.
I
was
very
merry
,
I
know
;
but
it
was
hollow
merriment
.
I
attached
myself
to
a
young
creature
in
pink
,
with
little
eyes
,
and
flirted
with
her
desperately
.
She
received
my
attentions
with
favour
;
but
whether
on
my
account
solely
,
or
because
she
had
any
designs
on
Red
Whisker
,
I
can
’
t
say
.
Dora
’
s
health
was
drunk
.
When
I
drank
it
,
I
affected
to
interrupt
my
conversation
for
that
purpose
,
and
to
resume
it
immediately
afterwards
.
I
caught
Dora
’
s
eye
as
I
bowed
to
her
,
and
I
thought
it
looked
appealing
.
But
it
looked
at
me
over
the
head
of
Red
Whisker
,
and
I
was
adamant
.
The
young
creature
in
pink
had
a
mother
in
green
;
and
I
rather
think
the
latter
separated
us
from
motives
of
policy
.
Howbeit
,
there
was
a
general
breaking
up
of
the
party
,
while
the
remnants
of
the
dinner
were
being
put
away
;
and
I
strolled
off
by
myself
among
the
trees
,
in
a
raging
and
remorseful
state
.
I
was
debating
whether
I
should
pretend
that
I
was
not
well
,
and
fly
—
I
don
’
t
know
where
—
upon
my
gallant
grey
,
when
Dora
and
Miss
Mills
met
me
.
‘
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
’
said
Miss
Mills
,
‘
you
are
dull
.
’
