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THE ROE-BUCK.
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them down again on the ground. He stood
still for a moment, seemed to think whether I
meant well or not, and deciding against me,
began to walk off.
" Don’t go away so disdainfully!" I cried
to him. " I want to make friends with you,
and to ask you to give me an account of how
you came here. I am writing a book about
you, you know."
When he heard this, he turned round and
once more looked up into my face inquiringly.
" About me?" he asked. " What can you
find to say about a poor, ill-fated creature like
me ? Once I took pride in myself, and could
have figured with any animal in a book; but
to describe me as you see me here, would give
a very false idea of what I am,—or rather, what
I ought to be, and was" he said, heaving
a deep sigh that seemed to coma from the
bottom of his poor broken heart.
" Tell me how you are not now what you
ought to be, as you say," I asked. " Surely you
don’t allow your slightly altered circumstances
to change your nature ! "
" Slightly altered circumstances, indeed!
Everything is different from what it used to
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