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IT was a quiet time of the day, in a quiet part of the city. Adam discerned one or two individuals only and was not concerned with noting that he was suddenly preceded by a noiseless person, who hastened ahead of him to the tavern. The rover was much more occupied in observing the beauties of a horse that stood hitched to a post across the way from the public house.
The animal, a fine bay, imported from England, was the property of one of Randolph's followers, a drinking young dandy with questionable ambitions and many extravagant tastes. Charmed by the horse's impatience, as evinced by his pawing at the ground, Adam was tempted to get astride his back for a gallop.