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"I would prefer horseback, if I had a horse as well bitted, and, probably, as well broken to the exercise, as yours," said the young Lord, addressing his antagonist. "Will you do me the honour to use him for the next trial, on condition you will lend me yours?" said the young gentleman.

But if at the Revolution the monarchy of England was bridled and bitted, at the same time the great territorial families of England were enthroned; and from that period, until the year 1831 or 1832 until the time when Birmingham politically became famous those territorial families reigned with an almost undisputed sway over the destinies and the industry of the people of these Kingdoms.

And when I teased him, that was the time he bit my arm." "He oughtn't to bitted your arm, course, indeed not!" "But, aunt Polly," faltered Dotty, whose efforts to forget the ten-cent piece had proved worse than useless, "but it didn't do Isaac any good to lose your money down a crack." "No, it was sheer mischief."

Or would Cassius have been satisfied with such an excuse? Brutus was a senator; so is our dear friend: but the cases are different. Brutus had some hope of political good: Mr Cypress has none. How should he, after what we have seen in France? A Frenchman is born in harness, ready saddled, bitted, and bridled, for any tyrant to ride.

And over the blue and yellow silken rugs of Khorassan, with which the space at the right of the throne was spread, the horse, bitted and house led, had free range, an impressive reminder of the master's business of life.

Another shout to the ostler, a second glass swallowed, the reckoning paid, Silvertail bitted, and away went Sampson once more at his speed, through the now deserted town, the road out of which to his own place, skirted partly the banks of the river, and partly those of the lake.

I was told she said so, by one who thought he rallied me; but upon the Strength of this slender Encouragement, of being thought least detestable, I made new Liveries, new paired my Coach-Horses, sent them all to Town to be bitted, and taught to throw their Legs well, and move all together, before I pretended to cross the Country and wait upon her.

It was impossible; so giving his orders stoutly and sharply, the horses were bitted and the girths tightened. The prisoners were then helped into their saddles, and the ends of the ropes made fast after an examination to see that the bonds were secure, and once more they sought the road, the advance guard well to the front, and the relative positions of the early part of the march resumed.

This, so far from proving the obstacle I deemed it, seemed, on the contrary, to overwhelm Baby with delight. "Let's have them. Come, Charley, this will be rare fun; we couldn't have a team of four, could we?" "Six, if you like it, my dear coz only who's to hold them? They're young thorough-breds, most of them never backed; some not bitted. In fact, I know nothing of my stable.

A Utopian tram-car passes and I see his face, poor bitted wretch! looking pinched and scared in its trailing glow of light. "That's all very well in a novel," he says. "But how could I go back to my laboratory, mixed classes with young ladies, you know, after a thing like that? How could we live and where could we live?

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