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Before reaching the cover, Peter came up to me and suggested that we should change Havoc's bit. I then perceived he was not quite so happy as I thought; and this determined me to stick it out. I thanked him demurely and added, with a slight and smiling shrug: "I fear no bit can save me to-day, thank you." At which Peter said with visible irritability: "Oh, for God's sake then don't let us go on!
In spite of the ironmonger's shop in Havoc's mouth, I had not the faintest control over him, so I said to Peter: "You know, Mr. Flower, I can't stop your horse!" He looked at me with a charming smile and said: "But why should you? Hounds are running!" MARGOT: "But I can't turn him!" PETER: "It doesn't matter! They are running straight. Hullo! Lookout! Look out for Hydy!" We were going great guns.
The foremost of elephants and steeds assume horrible shapes; the very fire exhibiteth diverse kinds of terrible hues! This would never have been the case but for the fact of the world-destroying Havoc's self coming into our midst!
The ground on which I was standing was deep and I was afraid of walking in case I should leave my boots in it, so I tapped the back of Havoc's fetlocks till I got him stretched and with great skill mounted myself. This filled Peter with admiration; and, lifting his hat, he said: "Well! You are the very first woman I ever saw mount herself without two men and a boy hanging on to the horse's head."
This was my fixed determination, as I had observed that Havoc's tongue was over the bit and he was not aware that any one was on his back, nor was he the least tired and no doubt would have jumped the yellow gate with ease. After leaving my saviour I was joined by my former companions. The hounds had picked up again and we left the gate, the wood and the country seat behind us.
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