"
But even as he said this, he realized that in the confusion he had
lost his grip on the stallion. With a catch at his throat he looked
out, and saw that it had moved off, grazing now on a sparse patch of
green perhaps forty yards away. As if sensing his eyes upon it, the
horse looked back at them alertly.
"I've got to catch him!" said the man. And he leapt to his feet. But
at his first running strides toward it, the beast raised its head and
galloped easily out of his reach, a short distance further up the
path. Again the young officer made as if to charge.
"Stephen, wait." Slowly she walked over to him, as to a child who had
not understood his lessons.
"But I've got to---" She shook her head.
"No. What you've got to do is stop grabbing so hard at life, and learn
to caress it---stop trying to make everything your slave. Haven't you
ever just let life come to you?"
"But the horse---"
"Has probably not experienced a moment of true freedom since you've
owned him."
"Mary." His face betrayed deep conflict, and she knew that she had
been right, and struck upon the roots of his character.
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