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Title: Trix and Over-the-moon
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Rives, Amélie, 1863-1945 Harper & Brothers Taylor, F. Walter
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Publisher: New York London : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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and that. He thoughtthis a ticklish sort of game, and nipped upher sleeve playfully. Where was it,? . . . Was this the place.? . . .Where did that great jugular vein divide ? . . .Where had Stonehenge said that you muststrike to bleed a horse ? . . . Had she studiedit all those Sabbaths spent away from church,harder than she had ever studied her Bible,to forget it now ? Im awa i my heid . . . Im awa i myheid . . . she kept repeating to herself. Andthen suddenly the horse tossed up his head. . . this was the place. . . . Yes . . . surely. . .just here . . . Forgie me, oh, forgie me! she said, andstruck once, deep and hard, into the greatthroat. The roan gave a loud, terrified, coughingsnort and flung himself wildly back againstthe opposite wall . . . she heard him snortagain . . . and this time there seemed to be init a horrid sound of wet choking. . , . Then shewas out in the cool night again . . . running,stumbling, running on once more. And she heard herself gasping words as she158
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TRIX SHED THE BITTEREST TEARS OF HER LIFE I TRIX AND OVER-THE-MOON ran . . . and tried to stop them . . . and saidthem over and over, hearing them as it werea voice outside her speaking: The hand thathe trustit ha smitten him. . . . The hand thathe trustit ha smitten him . . . Trix shed the bitterest tears of her short,self-willed life next morning, sitting on theground, regardless of the dreadful mess ofblood, with the stark head of her favorite onher lap. And she went through a very black andhuman phase of blind rage against Alison.Later on in the day, however, when she hadopened the wooden box and read the letterto Sidney that it contained, the sense of justicethat was the backbone of her sturdy naturemade her see things differently, even touchedher in an odd way, through the fierce angerthat still possessed her. Half of her savingsthe old woman had left to pay for the horse,whose value she did not exactly know, and inher simple message to Sidney she told himthat though she shrank

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