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What a vast, still place it was, a monotonous afternoon slumber. And the sky open and blank, except for a sombre veil of haze that had gathered in the upper valley. WHAT A VAST STILL PLACE IT WAS A MONOTONOUS AFTERNOON SLUMBER AND THE SKY OPEN AND BLANK EXCEPT FOR A SOMBRE VEIL OF HAZE THAT GATHERED IN THE UPPER VALLEY
 trod. And at that under his breath he cursed her for a fool. The gaunt man checked his leader's tracking, and the little man on the white horse rode behind, a man lost in a dream. They rode one after another, the man with the silver bridle led the way, and they spoke never a word. After a time it came to the little man on the white horse that the world was very still. He started out of his dream. Besides the little noises of their horses and equipment, the whole great valley kept the brooding quiet of a painted scene. Before him went his master and his fellow, each intently leaning forward to the left, each impassively moving with the paces of his horse; their shadows went before them—still, noiseless, tapering attendants; and nearer a crouched cool shape was his own. He looked about him. What was it had gone? Then he remembered the reverberation from the banks of the gorge and the perpetual accompaniment of shifting, jostling pebbles. And, moreover—? There was no breeze. That was it! HE HALF CASTE GIRL MAY HAVE TROD AND THAT THAT UNDER HIS BREATH HE CURSED HER FOR A FOOL THE GAUNT MAN CHECKED HIS LEADER'S TRACKING AND THE LITTLE MAN ON THE WHITE HORSE RODE BEHIND A MAN LOST IN A DREAM THEY RODE ONE AFTER ANOTHER THE MAN WITH THE SILVER BRIDLE LED THE WAY AND THEY SPOKE NEVER A WORD AFTER A TIME IT CAME TO THE LITTLE MAN ON THE WHITE HORSE THAT THE WORLD WAS VERY STILL HE STARTED OUT OF HIS DREAM BESIDES THE LITTLE NOISES OF THEIR HORSES AND EQUIPMENT THE WHOLE GREAT VALLEY KEPT THE BROODING QUIET OF A PAINTED SCENE BEFORE HIM WENT HIS MASTER AND HIS FELLOW EACH INTENTLY LEANING FORWARD TO THE LEFT EACH IMPASSIVELY MOVING WITH THE PACES OF HIS HORSE THEIR SHADOWS WENT BEFORE THEM STILL NOISELESS TAPERING ATTENDANTS AND NEARER A COUCHED COOL SHAPE WAS HIS OWN HE LOOKED ABOUT HIM WHAT WAS IT HAD GONE THEN HE REMEMBERED THE REVERBERATION FROM THE BANKS OF THE GORGE AND THE PERPETUAL ACCOMPANIMENT OF SHIFTING JOSTLING PEBBLES AND MOREOVER THERE WAS NO BREEZE THAT WAS IT
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