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Jo gave
her her cloak. The Frenchman's cook was unsuitably dressed, for she had
on but a thin chiffon blouse. We ourselves had summer clothes, and we
were all mightily glad to see the glare of Rieka in the sky.
Our luck be praised, there were two old carriages with older horses, and
another for the Frenchman. We supped moderately at a restaurant kept by
an Austrian, and still shivering scrambled into the carriages. We had no
lights, but the road was visible by the stars.
We went up and up, up the same road down which we had come three days
before. Below one could see strange planes of different darknesses, but
not any shape, and soon one was too aware of physical discomfort to
notice the night. Besides, one had had enough of night. Miss Petrovitch
told the boy to hurry up the horses; he beat them; she then rebuked him
for beating them. After a while the boy grew tired of her contradictory
orders, and lying down on the box fell fast asleep. The poor old horses
plodded along. To right and left were immense precipices, but nobody
seemed to care.


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