“The horse’s knees are
broken, and I am not sure that the man is sober. By-the-bye, do you recognize that?”
Anna looked and gasped. And, thrusting a
piece of iron into his mouth, he forced him out of the room. Spurling was standing near the fire
superintending some culinary preparation; but she no sooner perceived him, than
hastily quitting her occupation, she elbowed a way for him and the knight
through the crowd, and ushered them, with much ceremony, into an inner room,
where they found the objects of their search, Quilt Arnold and Rykhart Van
Galgebrok, seated at a small table, quietly smoking. Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon.
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