The Crock of Gold by James Stephens
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hension was an expectancy which stirred his pulses into
speed. So rapidly did his blood flow, so quickly were an hundred impressions visualized and recorded, so violent was the surface movement of his brain that he did not realize he was unable to think and that he was only seeing and feeling. The first man stood up. "The night will be coming on soon," said he, "and we had better be walking on if we want to get a good place to sleep. Yep, you devil," he roared at the ass, and the ass began to move almost before he lifted his head from the grass. The two men walked one on either side of the cart, and the woman and the Philosopher walked behind at the tail-board. "If you were feeling tired, or anything like that, Mis- ter Honey," said the woman, "you could climb up into the little cart, and nobody would say a word to you, for I can see that you are not used to travelling." "I am not indeed, ma'am," he replied; "this is the first time I ever came on a journey, and if it wasn't for Angus Og I wouldn't put a foot out of my own place for ever." "Put Angus Og out of your head, my dear," she re- plied, "for what would the likes of you and me be saying to a god. He might put a curse on us would sink us into |
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