[chapter 36][p. 110]
Syrjämäki-Jalmari's face had a vacant, stony expression as he stared now at the mare's rump, now at the doctor's bag lying ominously at his feet. He had been driving for more than half the night, and now he was past urging his horse on with the same desperation as before; his words of command to it were milder, as though from the mouth of a steady plowman. The last straw was that now, because of that mysterious bag, he had to drive toward Teliranta and could not turn off over the bridge toward home — as both he and the horse badly wanted to do. Jalmari merely gazed at the horse's sweaty flanks as a man does gaze at another's horse which has been given him to drive alone. — The old boy at Ollila won't know what to say when he sees it, but then this ain't been no ordinary drive.
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