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"Well, belief, however strong, goes a short way sometimes. An uncommon short way with us." "But, my dearest, why? There is not the slightest danger now, and my horse is a good one, and I sha'n't be any time getting——" There is a strange hush and silence everywhere. The very clouds are motionless in their distant homes..
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