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Portrait of John Galsworthy John Galsworthy From The Four Winds — The Demi-Gods (1897)

Pighead, what good to shake thy bell! It is not good sitting here, for I have only money for one—two—three—yes, for four drinkings, in my pouch, and the last a little one, and the day is hot. Eleven of the clock, for there begins the morning tolling from San Felice. Where be these fools of strangers? There be many things to see, also my chariot is very strong, and beautiful exceedingly, and my good grey Nicolas, is he not a most willing puller, being still young and lusty?
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Portrait of John Galsworthy John Galsworthy From The Four Winds — The Demi-Gods (1897)

The carriage rolled slowly along the white and dusty road by the lake-side, the tired horse picking his own way, the pleasantly drunken Pietro heavily asleep on his box.
In the fast gathering dusk they came to the iron railway bridge that carved the lake into two halves. The carriage road and railway track lay parallel across the bridge, divided only by a high partition of iron-work running its entire length. The gates of each lay open, and a level crossing tempted the unguided horse past the gate of the road on to the lines of the railway.
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Portrait of John Galsworthy John Galsworthy From The Four Winds — The Demi-Gods (1897)

The chime floated faintly past them with a note of invitation.
'The bells have got into my head, darling. I'm mad, I think,—I can't feel anything—Child of mine, come for a drive, and find the bells; we'll get drunk on sun, and air, and sky, and mountains, and—kisses, and forget there is a to-morrow and an ending.'
He stood up straight and strong, and drew her to him.
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