Lord Jim, 47:
A snorting pony snatched him into ‘ewigkeit’ in the twinkling of an eye, and I never saw him again; and what’s more, I don’t know of anybody that ever had a glimpse of him after he departed from my knowledge sitting inside a ramshackle little gharry that fled round the corner in a white smother of dust.
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