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After a good shave and dusting my clothes and making myself as respectable-looking as possible I set off about noon at a smart pace down the mountain side.
I had put away my fears, and it was just in my mind that I was setting forth upon some new adventure. I had steeled myself to expect the worst, and therefore, if anything but the worst happened was prepared to return thanks and be truly grateful. But at the same time I was determining that the worst should not happen, and with every ounce of resource in me, was prepared to meet every move of my enemies with a better one.