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- prevent the blast, she jealously held the door ajar.
‘Nay, I mistake again. In God’s name shut the door. But hold, is there
no man about?’
That moment a dark-complexioned, well-wrapped personage passed, making
for the factory door, and spying him coming, the girl rapidly closed the
other one.
‘Is there no horse-shed here, sir?’
‘Yonder, the wood-shed,’ he replied, and disappeared inside the factory.
With much ado I managed to wedge in horse and pung between the scattered
piles of wood all sawn and split. Then, blanketing my horse, and piling
my buffalo on the blanket’s top, and tucking in its edges well around
the breast-band and breeching, so that the wind might not strip him
bare, I tied him fast, and ran lamely for the factory door, stiff with
frost, and cumbered with my driver’s dreadnaught.
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