As the boat drew alongsideshe lifted the cloth from her head and Hal saw the glorious dark crownof her hair. He looked into her face,and it was as though he had received a charge of grape shot in thecentre of his chest. It wasa terrible thing for Hal to see the pain his words had caused, and helooked down at the chart to spare her. In theyard he unbuckled the girth and dried the mare's steaming sweat withthe cloth, walking her in slow circles, then watering her before he ledher to her stall.
Theupper lip bulged outwards as the wide jaws gaped. This is your chance. Vincent mustnow throw a Chance four to win, or a Main seven to lose. It is notanger that stops up my mouth.
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