Page:The Necromancer, or, The Tale of the Black Forest Vol. 2.djvu/67

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ordered me to follow their example, and galloped over the fields as fast as their coursers could run; coming up with our ill looking companions we pursued our journey with all possible swiftness.

Having by accident mounted the wrong horse, which was the fleetest of all, I kept always a head, and could distinctly hear every word they spoke, though I could not understand a syllable of their conversation. After it had grown dark we alighted again at a solitary public house, the horses being once more committed to my care, and I awaited with patience the end of an adventure that boded no good.

I had been standing in the chilly air of night above an hour, musing on my deplorable fate, when the inn-keeper brought me a piece of bread and butter, and a mug of beer, but I could neither eat nor drink, shaking with cold.

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