Once he deliberately faced the moment when he had been sick--faced it, heard once again the dull, lumbering sound that the body had made as it bundled along the road, and then put it from him altogether.

Now for battle.

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his dark eyes challenged this shifting cloud of life.
He went round to the stable where Bunker was housed, chattered with the blue-chinned ostler, and then, for a moment, was alone with the dog.