R. D. Blackmore,
Lorna Doone — 32. Feeding of the pigs
(1869)
“ Now I had doubted which hat to take, when I left home that day; till I thought that the black became me best, and might seem kinder to Lorna.'Have I killed thee, old bird, at last?' my enemy cried in triumph; ''tis the third time I have shot at thee, and thou wast beginning to mock me. No more of thy cursed croaking now, to wake me in the morning. Ha, ha! there are not many who get three chances from Carver Doone; and none ever go beyond it.'I laughed within myself at this, as he strode away in his triumph; for was not this his third chance of me, and he no whit the wiser? ”
