He was hungry for a solitary ride such as had, before now, drawn
much of the lonely ache out of his heart and keyed him up to the
life which he must live and which chafed his spirit more than even
he realized. Instead of such slender comfort, he was forced to ride
beside the girl who had hurt him--so close that his knee sometimes
brushed her horse-- and to listen to her friendly chatter and make
answer, at times, with at least some show of civility.
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