For a space he rode the whirligig. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. ’ ‘No, I wouldn’t have believed you. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again.
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