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Now, it seemed to me when I heard Philip Lisle's voice, that I was walking in a dream from which I should presently wake to find myself elsewhere, so strange was it to meet with him and Rose standing almost where I had left them so many years before. Yet the strange thrill of pleasure which shot through my heart was no dream, and the clasp of Black Phil's hand was warm and real as he bent from his saddle to greet me.
"Ha! " said he, "I am glad to meet thee, Will Dale. Rose, give Will thy hand. How many years is it, I wonder, since thou and he rode together down yonder bank on horse Caesar's back? Ye have both grown somewhat since then, and I have grown older and grayer."