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           least,butwhenhewasveryyoungandveryhandsomeherodeafasthorseofffordays,oronsummernightsoverthemeadowsaroundtown.Hehadahealthy,wildface,alwayssunburned,hishandswerealwayscutandhefumedlikeastovepipeandwalkedasifheweregoingtoflyapart;wouldn’tkeepajob,quitthosehehadwhenhefeltlikeit,andonedayhesortofrodeoffawayfrommebecauseIwasevenwilderthanheandwouldn’tsettledown,andthatwasthat.IneverthoughtthedaywouldcomewhenIwouldseehimaliveagain.Butyou’reprettymuchalive,youspillashesaroundlikehedid,you’reclumsyandgracefulcombined,Iknoweverythingyou’regoingtodobeforeyoudoit,butafteryou’vedoneitI’malwayssurprised.Reincarnation’salotofmilk-mushtome,buttheotherdayIfelt,WhatifIcalledRobert,Robert,toyouonthestreet,wouldWilliamForresterturnaround?"

           "Idon’tknow,"hesaid.

           "NeitherdoI.That’swhatmakeslifeinteresting."

           Augustwasalmostover.Thefirstcooltouchofautumnmovedslowlythroughthetownandtherewasasofteningandthefirstgradualburningfeverofcolorineverytree,afaintflushandcoloringinthehills,andthecoloroflionsinthewheatfields.Nowthepatternofdayswasfamiliarandrepeatedlikeapenmanbeautifullyinscribingagainandagain,inpractice,aseriesofit’sandw’sandm’s,dayafterdaythelinerepeatedindelicaterills.