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"Do you know where are you drifting?", she went on.
"No, I haven't the least idea, and I find it very pleasent not to know. A swift carriage, a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can't see - that's my idea of happiness."
"No, I haven't the least idea, and I find it very pleasent not to know. A swift carriage, a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can't see - that's my idea of happiness."