9/35 At the sight his anger vanished. "And here I've been imagining I was a fairly decent sort of fellow. What the devil have I been up to, to make me like this ?" He walked along the road, leading his horse by the bridle slipped over his arm. He resumed his reverie of the earlier morning, and began a little less dimly to see his situation from the new viewpoint. "I deserve what I'm getting," he said to himself. |