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." He walked his horse a little way, then launched him into a gallop, tearing on and on, sun, wind, trees swimming, whirling like a vision, hearing nothing, feeling nothing, save the leaden pounding of his pulse and the breathless, terrible tightening in his throat.
When he cleared his eyes and looked around he was quite alone, his horse walking under the trees and breathing heavily.
At first he laughed, and the laugh was not pleasant.

Then he said aloud: "It is worth having lived for, after all!"-- and was silent.

And again: "I could expect nothing; she was perfectly right to side-step a fool.
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