But we waste time. Here, Peter," he added to a curly-headed lad, who was playing on one of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way. At least I can give you a glimmer. Without an idea where he was going, Jack pursued his way through the fields; and, as he proceeded, the numbness of his limbs in some degree wore off, and his confidence returned. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould.
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