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2 He fetched Banker from the stable where he was kept and set off along the hard white road.

He had behaved very badly to Bunker, a but the dog showed no signs of delight at his release.

On other days when he had been kept in his stable for a considerable time he had gone mad with joy and jumped at his master, wagging his whole body in excitement.

Now he walked very slowly by Olva's side, a little way behind him; when Olva spoke to him he wagged his tail, but as though it were duty that impelled it.
The air grew colder aid colder--slowly now there had stolen on to the heart of the blue sky white pinnacles of cloud--a dazzling whiteness, but catching, mysteriously, the shadow of the gold light that heralded the setting sun.