"How do you come here ?" He collected his thoughts, and in a few minutes stammered, "I was riding along homeward through the vale, very, very sleepy, having been up so much of late.

When I came opposite Holywell spring the mare turned her head that way, as if she wanted to drink.

I let her go in, and she drank; I thought she would never finish.

While she was drinking, the clock of Owlscombe Church struck twelve.

I distinctly remember counting the strokes.