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I
know
not
rightly
how
we
got
home
that
evening
.
On
the
road
there
were
everywhere
strange
presences
,
and
the
thud
of
phantom
hoofs
encircled
us
In
my
nose
was
the
pungent
circus
-
smell
;
the
crack
of
the
whip
and
the
frank
laugh
of
the
clown
were
in
my
ears
.
The
funny
man
thoughtfully
abstained
from
conversation
,
and
left
our
illusion
quite
alone
,
sparing
us
all
jarring
criticism
and
analysis
;
and
he
gave
me
no
chance
,
when
he
deposited
us
at
our
gate
,
to
get
rid
of
the
clumsy
expressions
of
gratitude
I
had
been
laboriously
framing
.
For
the
rest
of
the
evening
,
distraught
and
silent
,
I
only
heard
the
march
-
music
of
the
band
,
playing
on
in
some
corner
of
my
brain
.
When
at
last
my
head
touched
the
pillow
,
in
a
trice
I
was
with
Zephyrine
,
riding
the
boundless
Sahara
,
cheek
to
cheek
,
the
world
well
lost
;
while
at
times
,
through
the
sand
-
clouds
that
encircled
us
,
glimmered
the
eyes
of
Coralie
,
touched
,
one
fancied
,
with
something
of
a
tender
reproach
.
In
the
long
winter
evenings
,
when
we
had
the
picture
-
books
out
on
the
floor
,
and
sprawled
together
over
them
with
elbows
deep
in
the
hearth
-
rug
,
the
first
business
to
be
gone
through
was
the
process
of
allotment
.
All
the
characters
in
the
pictures
had
to
be
assigned
and
dealt
out
among
us
,
according
to
seniority
,
as
far
as
they
would
go
.
When
once
that
had
been
satisfactorily
completed
,
the
story
was
allowed
to
proceed
;
and
thereafter
,
in
addition
to
the
excitement
of
the
plot
,
one
always
possessed
a
personal
interest
in
some
particular
member
of
the
cast
,
whose
successes
or
rebuffs
one
took
as
so
much
private
gain
or
loss
.
For
Edward
this
was
satisfactory
enough
.
Claiming
his
right
of
the
eldest
,
he
would
annex
the
hero
in
the
very
frontispiece
;
and
for
the
rest
of
the
story
his
career
,
if
chequered
at
intervals
,
was
sure
of
heroic
episodes
and
a
glorious
close
.
But
his
juniors
,
who
had
to
put
up
with
characters
of
a
clay
more
mixed
—
nay
,
sometimes
with
undiluted
villainy
—
were
hard
put
to
it
on
occasion
to
defend
their
other
selves
(
as
it
was
strict
etiquette
to
do
)
from
ignominy
perhaps
only
too
justly
merited
.
Edward
was
indeed
a
hopeless
grabber
.
In
the
“
Buffalo
-
book
,
”
for
instance
(
so
named
from
the
subject
of
its
principal
picture
,
though
indeed
it
dealt
with
varied
slaughter
in
every
zone
)
,
Edward
was
the
stalwart
,
bearded
figure
,
with
yellow
leggings
and
a
powder
-
horn
,
who
undauntedly
discharged
the
fatal
bullet
into
the
shoulder
of
the
great
bull
bison
,
charging
home
to
within
a
yard
of
his
muzzle
.
To
me
was
allotted
the
subsidiary
character
of
the
friend
who
had
succeeded
in
bringing
down
a
cow
;
while
Harold
had
to
be
content
to
hold
Edward
’
s
spare
rifle
in
the
background
,
with
evident
signs
of
uneasiness
.
Farther
on
,
again
,
where
the
magnificent
chamois
sprang
rigid
into
mid
-
air
,
Edward
,
crouched
dizzily
against
the
precipice
-
face
,
was
the
sportsman
from
whose
weapon
a
puff
of
white
smoke
was
floating
away
.
A
bare
-
kneed
guide
was
all
that
fell
to
my
share
,
while
poor
Harold
had
to
take
the
boy
with
the
haversack
,
or
abandon
,
for
this
occasion
at
least
,
all
Alpine
ambitions
.
Of
course
the
girls
fared
badly
in
this
book
,
and
it
was
not
surprising
that
they
preferred
the
“
Pilgrim
’
s
Progress
”
(
for
instance
)
,
where
women
had
a
fair
show
,
and
there
was
generally
enough
of
’
em
to
go
round
;
or
a
good
fairy
story
,
wherein
princesses
met
with
a
healthy
appreciation
.
But
indeed
we
were
all
best
pleased
with
a
picture
wherein
the
characters
just
fitted
us
,
in
number
,
sex
,
and
qualifications
;
and
this
,
to
us
,
stood
for
artistic
merit
.
All
the
Christmas
numbers
,
in
their
gilt
frames
on
the
nursery
-
wall
,
had
been
gone
through
and
allotted
long
ago
;
and
in
these
,
sooner
or
later
,
each
one
of
us
got
a
chance
to
figure
in
some
satisfactory
and
brightly
coloured
situation
.
Few
of
the
other
pictures
about
the
house
afforded
equal
facilities
.
They
were
generally
wanting
in
figures
,
and
even
when
these
were
present
they
lacked
dramatic
interest
.
In
this
picture
that
I
have
to
speak
about
,
although
the
characters
had
a
stupid
way
of
not
doing
anything
,
and
apparently
not
wanting
to
do
anything
,
there
was
at
least
a
sufficiency
of
them
;
so
in
due
course
they
were
allotted
,
too
.
In
itself
the
picture
,
which
—
in
its
ebony
and
tortoise
-
shell
frame
—
hung
in
a
corner
of
the
dining
-
room
,
had
hitherto
possessed
no
special
interest
for
us
,
and
would
probably
never
have
been
dealt
with
at
all
but
for
a
revolt
of
the
girls
against
a
succession
of
books
on
sport
,
in
which
the
illustrator
seemed
to
have
forgotten
that
there
were
such
things
as
women
in
the
world
.
Selina
accordingly
made
for
it
one
rainy
morning
,
and
announced
that
she
was
the
lady
seated
in
the
centre
,
whose
gown
of
rich
,
flowered
brocade
fell
in
such
straight
,
severe
lines
to
her
feet
,
whose
cloak
of
dark
blue
was
held
by
a
jewelled
clasp
,
and
whose
long
,
fair
hair
was
crowned
with
a
diadem
of
gold
and
pearl
.
Well
,
we
had
no
objection
to
that
;
it
seemed
fair
enough
,
especially
to
Edward
,
who
promptly
proceeded
to
“
grab
”
the
armour
-
man
who
stood
leaning
on
his
shield
at
the
lady
’
s
right
hand
.
A
dainty
and
delicate
armour
-
man
this
!
And
I
confess
,
though
I
knew
it
was
all
right
and
fair
and
orderly
,
I
felt
a
slight
pang
when
he
passed
out
of
my
reach
into
Edward
’
s
possession
.
His
armour
was
just
the
sort
I
wanted
myself
—
scalloped
and
fluted
and
shimmering
and
spotless
;
and
,
though
he
was
but
a
boy
by
his
beardless
face
and
golden
hair
,
the
shattered
spear
-
shaft
in
his
grasp
proclaimed
him
a
genuine
fighter
and
fresh
from
some
such
agreeable
work
.
Yes
,
I
grudged
Edward
the
armour
-
man
,
and
when
he
said
I
could
have
the
fellow
on
the
other
side
,
I
hung
back
and
said
I
’
d
think
about
it
.
