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"Ay," answered Dick, "like old witch Sarah when they burned her in her house. She screeched a lot, though some say it was her cat that screeched and she died mum." "If we could get into the water now, Dick?" He shook his ash-hued head. "The pools are frozen. Moreover, as well die of heat as cold; I love not ice-water." "What counsel, then, Dick?"
"Behaving himself, I hope, ma'am, out there in the sun by the gate." "Call him. He shall have a bone on the veranda. I want him to feel as friendly here as you do." Tom whistled shrilly and an ash-hued creature, part Great Dane and certainly part Rampore, came up the path like a catapulted phantom, making hardly any sound.
Fifty-two minutes had gone by in that splendid running, without a single check, while the fox raced as gamely and as fast as at the find; the speed was like lightning past the brown woods, the dark-green pine plantations, the hedges, bright with scarlet berries; through the green low-lying grasslands, and the winding drives of coverts, and the boles of ash-hued beech trunks, whose roots the violets were just purpling with their blossom; while far away stretched the blue haze of the distance, and above-head a flight of rooks cawed merrily in the bright air, soon left far off as the pack swept onward in the most brilliant thing of the hunting year.
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