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We passed the afternoon gloomily. There seemed to be no use in returning to the circus field without the once influential Horace. Except for him, we appeared to be almost the only persons who had not gone to the circus.
Horace, we presumed, would have to spend the whole afternoon in that bath-tub. We could imagine his misery.