{"id":"01KG8AN11CFSE63W0H5VJ4FYZM","cid":"bafkreihltdur5q2cpmditd7wznt7gcvuoqaengyk4kzhbtluh2hmtyysay","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":9081,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.921Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":9031,"text":"know'st, very early, we take the stage. I may not see thee again till\r\nthen, so, be steadfast, and cheer up a very little, Miss Ulver, and\r\ngood-night. All will be well.\"\r\n\r\n\r\nII.\r\n\r\nNext morning, by break of day, at four o'clock, the four swift hours\r\nwere personified in four impatient horses, which shook their trappings\r\nbeneath the windows of the inn. Three figures emerged into the cool dim\r\nair and took their places in the coach.\r\n\r\nThe old landlord had silently and despondently shaken Pierre by the\r\nhand; the vainglorious driver was on his box, threadingly adjusting the\r\nfour reins among the fingers of his buck-skin gloves; the usual thin\r\ncompany of admiring ostlers and other early on-lookers were gathered\r\nabout the porch; when--on his companions' account--all eager to cut\r\nshort any vain delay, at such a painful crisis, Pierre impetuously\r\nshouted for the coach to move. In a moment, the four meadow-fed young\r\nhorses leaped forward their own generous lengths, and the four\r\nresponsive wheels rolled their complete circles; while making vast\r\nrearward flourishes with his whip, the elated driver seemed as a\r\nbravado-hero signing his ostentatious farewell signature in the empty\r\nair. And so, in the dim of the dawn--and to the defiant crackings of\r\nthat long and sharp-resounding whip, the three forever fled the sweet\r\nfields of Saddle Meadows.\r\n\r\nThe short old landlord gazed after the coach awhile, and then\r\nre-entering the inn, stroked his gray beard and muttered to himself:--\"I\r\nhave kept this house, now, three-and-thirty years, and have had plenty\r\nof bridal-parties come and go; in their long train of wagons,\r\nbreak-downs, buggies, gigs--a gay and giggling train--Ha!--there's a\r\npun! popt out like a cork--ay, and once in ox-carts, all garlanded; ay,\r\nand once, the merry bride was bedded on a load of sweet-scented new-cut\r\nclover. But such a bridal-party as this morning's--why, it's as sad as\r\nfunerals. And brave Master Pierre Glendinning is the groom! Well, well,\r\nwonders is all the go. I thought I had done with wondering when I passed\r\nfifty; but I keep wondering still. Ah, somehow, now, I feel as though I\r\nhad just come from lowering some old friend beneath the sod, and yet\r\nfelt the grating cord-marks in my palms.--'Tis early, but I'll drink.\r\nLet's see; cider,--a mug of cider;--'tis sharp, and pricks like a\r\ngame-cock's spur,--cider's the drink for grief. Oh, Lord! that fat men\r\nshould be so thin-skinned, and suffer in pure sympathy on others'\r\naccount. A thin-skinned, thin man, he don't suffer so, because there\r\nain't so much stuff in him for his thin skin to cover. Well, well, well,\r\nwell, well; of all colics, save me from the melloncholics; green melons\r\nis the greenest thing!\"\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJSPVV2W4X7YBF4T8H7ZA","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AN115VM7ST6T9DP2CRZM4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:56.364Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:24.099Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}