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Arrived in the shelter of the wood, I began picking my way through thethick undergrowth towards the road. Fallen branchlets snapped beneath myheedless feet and the sounds rang in my ears like pistol-shots. A saucyrobin cocked his care-free eye on me from the top of a crab-tree, and Icould have envied him as I stumbled by. It was perhaps fourscore yardsthrough, and half-way I stopped to listen. Yes, there came to my ear theslow trot-ot-ot of hoofs on the hard road. I went on again until, throughthe leafless tangle, I began to get glimpses of the highway. My fate wasdragging me on. In a month's time my shrivelling carcase might be swingingin chains on the top of Wes'on Bank, an ensample to evil-doers. Thethought made me shiver, and I jerked out a broken prayer that my intendedvictim might turn out some fat, unarmed farmer, as easy a prey as anover-fed gander. Then I cursed myself for a fool. No man can mortgage pastpiety for present sin. Who was I that I should be allowed to steal on goodsecurity?
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