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I understand that this torpor is quite common with men and women suddenly bereaved. I believe that a whole week passed before my br, our skates swinging at our saddle-bows; how Harry challenged us to a gallop; and how, midway, the roan mare slipped down neck over crop on the frozen turf and hurled me clean against the face of a stone dyke. I had been thrown from horseback more than once before,cross the old Racecourse after a long day’s skating,