The Wheels of Chance


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moonlight; then between hedges, over which they saw broad wan meadows  
shrouded in a low-lying mist. They scarcely heeded whither they rode at  
first, being only anxious to get away, turning once westward when the  
spire of Chichester cathedral rose suddenly near them out of the dewy  
night, pale and intricate and high. They rode, speaking little, just a  
rare word now and then, at a turning, at a footfall, at a roughness in  
the road.  
She seemed to be too intent upon escape to give much thought to him,  
but after the first tumult of the adventure, as flight passed into mere  
steady ridin@@ his mind became an enormous appreciation of the position.  
The night was a warm white silence save for the subtile running of their  
chains. He looked sideways at her as she sat beside him with her ankles  
gracefully ruling the treadles. Now the road turned westward, and she  
was a dark grey outline against the shimmer of the moon; and now they  
faced northwards, and the soft cold light passed caressingly over her  
hair and touched her brow and cheek.  
There is a magic quality in moonshine; it touches all that is sweet  
and beautiful, and the rest of the night is hidden. It has created  
the fairies, whom the sunlight kills, and fairyland rises again in our  
hearts at the sight of it, the voices of the filmy route, and their  
faint, soul-piercing melodies. By the moonlight every man, dull clod  
though he be by day, tastes something of Endymion, takes something of  
the youth and strength of Enidymion, and sees the dear white goddess  
shining at him from his Lady's eyes. The firm substantial daylight  
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