The traveller had not been mistaken; the voice did come from the river. A shadow slowly ascended the bank, and in a moment stood at the horse's head, with one hand resting on the bridle. The rider, apparently annoyed by this familiarity, pulled his horse back a step or two.
"Oh! I beg your pardon, citizen," said the new-comer, "I did not know it was forbidden to touch your horse."
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