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WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT ?.
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For a full half-hour Crozier sat buried in dark reflection, then he slowly raised his head, and for a minute looked round dazedly.

His absorption had been so great that for a moment he was like one who had awakened upon unfamiliar things.

As when in a dream of the night the history of years will flash past like a ray of light, so for the bad half-hour in which Crozier had given himself up to despair, his mind had travelled through an incongruous series of incidents of his past life, and had also revealed pictures of solution after solution of his present troubles.
He had that-gift of visualization which makes life an endless procession of pictures which allure, or which wear the nature into premature old age.

The last picture flashing before his eyes, as he sat there alone, was of himself and his elder brother, Garnett, now master of Castlegarry, racing ponies to reach the lodge-gates before they closed for the night, after a day of disobedience and truancy.