She thought of how tired she was, how exhausted, how hungry. The mode of destruction makes no difference. " "Be handy, then," rejoined Terence, "or, I'll lose my share of the smart money. You shall lie upon your back; your head shall be covered; and your feet shall be bare. Wood. . Will you?” She thought, and it seemed to him she had never looked so self-disciplined and deliberate and beautiful. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. ‘I have told you, a whip it is nothing.
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