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eeze had sprung up, raising minute particles of sand which caused the elfland on the horizon to quiver like a mirage. "It is a dream-city," said I, in admiration. Carlotta did not reply. I thought she had not heard. We jogged on a little in silence. At last she drew very close to me. "Shall we ever get there?" she asked, pointing ahead with the hand that held the reins. "To Mogador? Yes, I hope so," I answered with a laugh. I thought she was tired. "No, not Mogador. The dream-city--where every one wants to get." "You have travelled far, my dear," said I, "to hanker now after dream-cities and the unattainable. I knew a little girl once who would have asked: 'What is a dream-city?" "She doesn't ask now because she knows," replied Carlotta. "No. We shall never get there. It looks as if we were riding straight into it--but when we get close, it will just be Mogador." "Aren't you happy, Carlotta?" I asked. "Are you, Seer Marcous?" "I? I am a philosopher, my child, and a happy philosopher would be a _lusus naturae_, a freak, a subject for a Barnum & Bailey Show. If they caught him they would put him between the hairy man and the living skeleton." "I suppose I'm getting to be a philosopher, too," said Carlotta, "and I hate it! Sometimes I think I hate everything and everybody--save you, Seer Marcous, darling. It's wicked of me. I must have been born wicked. But I used to be happy. I never wanted to go to dream-cities. I was just like a cat. Like Polyphemus. Do you remember Polyphemus?" "Yes," said I. And then set off my balance by this strange conversation with Carlotta, I added: "I killed him." She turned a startled face to me. "You killed him? Why?" "He laughed at me because I was unhappy," said I. "Through me?" "Yes; through you. But that's neither here nor there. We were not discussing the death of Polyphemus. We were talking about being philosophers, and you said that as a philosopher you hated everything and everybody except me. Why do you exclude me, Carlotta?" We were riding so near together that my leg rubbed her saddle-girth. I looked hard at her. She turned away her head and put the pantomime parasol between us. I heard a little choking sob. "Let us get off--and sit down a little--I want to cry. "The end of all feminine philosophy," I said, somewhat brutally. "No. It's getting late. That's only Mogador in front of us. Let us go to it." Carlotta shifted her parasol quic
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