Reni Atalanta and Hippomenes

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condition that you come and take over from him." "What are you talking about?" said Arthur, but Ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet. "You want me," said Mr Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, "to come and lie there ..." "Yes." "In front of the bulldozer?" "Yes." "Instead of Mr Dent." "Yes." "In the mud." "In, as you say it, the mud." As soon as Mr Prosser realized that he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his whether they were enjoying it. The mud folded itself round his bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes. Ford looked at him severely. "And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said. "The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind." He saw the bulldozer driver's union representative approaching and let his head sink back and closed his eyes. He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not shoulders: this was more like the world as he knew it. He sighed. "In return for which you will take Mr Dent with you down to the pub?" "That's it," said Ford. "That's it exactly." Mr Prosser took a few nervous steps forward and stopped. "Promise?" "Promise," said Ford. He turned to Arthur. "Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down." Arthur stood up, feeling as if he was in a dream. Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud. He felt that his whole dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and