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Chapter 23

           ButAlanandClunyweremostofthetimeatthecards,andIamclearthatAlanmusthavebegunbywinning;forIremembersittingup,andseeingthemhardatit,andagreatglitteringpileofasmuchassixtyorahundredguineasonthetable.Itlookedstrangeenough,toseeallthiswealthinanestuponacliff-side,wattledaboutgrowingtrees.Andeventhen,IthoughtitseemeddeepwaterforAlantoberiding,whohadnobetterbattle-horsethanagreenpurseandamatteroffivepounds.

           Theluck,itseems,changedonthesecondday.AboutnoonIwaswakenedasusualfordinner,andasusualrefusedtoeat,andwasgivenadramwithsomebitterinfusionwhichthebarberhadprescribed.ThesunwasshininginattheopendooroftheCage,andthisdazzledandoffendedme.Clunysatatthetable,bitingthepackofcards.Alanhadstoopedoverthebed,andhadhisfaceclosetomyeyes;towhich,troubledastheywerewiththefever,itseemedofthemostshockingbigness.

           Heaskedmeforaloanofmymoney.

           “Whatfor?”saidI.

           “O,justforaloan,”saidhe.

           “Butwhy?”Irepeated.“Idon’tsee.”

           “Hut,David!”saidAlan,“yewouldnaegrudgemealoan?”

           Iwould,though,ifIhadhadmysenses!ButallIthoughtofthenwastogethisfaceaway,andIhandedhimmymoney.

           Onthemorningofthethirdday,whenwehadbeenforty-eighthoursintheCage,Iawokewithagreatreliefofspirits,veryweakandwearyindeed,butseeingthingsoftherightsizeandwiththeirhonest,everydayappearance.

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