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Yes, I was close to it now, but the greyhounds were just behind me, and their hot breath blew upon my fur. They had caught me! No. YES I WAS CLOSE TO IT NOW BUT THE GREYHOUNDS WERE JUST BEHIND ME AND THEIR HOT BREATH BLEW UPON MY FUR THEY HAD CAUGHT ME NO
n I doubled. Oh, how close I lay on the ground as the greyhounds leaped over me! I saw their white teeth, and their glaring eyes, and their red tongues lolling out of their great open mouths. But they had missed me, and I was saved for a little while. But where was I to run to next? There were no hedges now; no woods, or hills, or rocky ground, nothing but smooth level grass, which is just what greyhounds love to race over. Was there no escape? Yes. What was that long line far away where the green grass ended and the blue sky began? White birds were wheeling above it, and, from beneath, came a sound as though a giant were whispering. That was the sound of the sea, and the long line meeting the sky was the line of the cliffs. Oh, if I could reach it! But, first, I had to double—once—twice—three times; over me they flew, and off I darted again. And now the line grew nearer, the white birds looked larger as they sailed in the air, and the whispering sound was changing to a moan—to a roar.  NOW THEY WERE JUST AT MY HEELS THEN I DOUBLED OH HOW CLOSE I LAY ON THE GROUND AS THE GREYHOUNDS LEAPED OVER ME I SAW THEIR WHITE TEETH AND THEIR GLARING EYES AND THEIR RED TONGUES LOLLING OUT OF THEIR GREAT OPEN MOUTHS BUT THEY HAD MISSED ME AND I WAS SAVED FOR A LITTLE WHILE BUT WHERE WAS I TO RUN NEXT THERE WERE NO HEDGES NOW NO WOODS NO HILLS OR ROCKY GROUND NOTHING BUT SMOOTH LEVEL GRASS WHICH IS JUST WHAT GREYHOUNDS LOVED TO RACE OVER WAS THERE NO ESCAPE YES WHAT WAS THAT LONG LINE FAR AWAY WHERE THE GREEN GRASS ENDED AND THE BLUE SKY BEGAN WHITE BIRDS WERE WHEELING ABOVE IT AND FROM BENEATH CAME A SOUND AS THOUGH A GIANT WERE WHISPERING THAT WAS THE SOUND OF THE SEA AND THE LONG LINE MEETING THE SKY WAS THE LINE OF THE CLIFFS OH IF I COULD REACH IT BUT FIRST I HAD TO DOUBLE ONCE TWICE THREE TIMES OVER ME THEY FLEW AND OFF I DARTED AGAIN AND NOW THE LINE DREW NEARER THE WHITE BIRDS LOOKED LARGER AND THEY SAILED IN THE AIR AND THE WHISPERING SOUND WAS CHANGING TO A MOAN TO A ROAR
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