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There was the door to which I found no key; There was the veil through which I might not see; Some little talk awhile of thee and me, There was--and then no more of thee and me.
THE HORSE entered the little garden briskly. He knew his journey was ended, and horses were valuable possessions in those days, worth far more than a woman, far--far more than a man. He would go to his stable and be well cared for.