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Tom Faggus, the great highwayman, and his young blood-mare, the strawberry! Already her fame was noised abroad, nearly as much as her master's; and my longing to ride her grew tenfold, but fear came at the back of it.
Dickon broke his neck near Warrington Bridge, in an attempt to show off a foundered blood-mare which he wished to palm upon a Manchester merchant who had joined the insurgents. He pushed the animal at a five-barred gate; she fell in the leap, and the unfortunate jockey lost his life. Wilfred the fool, as sometimes befalls, had the best fortune of the family.
Tom Faggus, the great highwayman, and his young blood-mare, the strawberry! Already her fame was noised abroad, nearly as much as her master's; and my longing to ride her grew tenfold, but fear came at the back of it.
'And how can I go to the ball, said she, 'unless you take me on Daisy behind you on the pillion? Daisy was a good blood-mare of my uncle's, and to such a proposition I could not for my soul say no; so we rode in safety to Kilwangan, and I felt myself as proud as any prince when she promised to dance a country-dance with me.
Remy Cup at the Pilwiddle races, riding my favorite blood-mare Hellfire. As I approached the stand amidst the plaudits of the assembled multitude, and cries of, "Thrue for ye, Mashter Terence," and "oh, but it's a Dinville!" there was a slight stir among the gentry, who surrounded the Lord Lieutenant and other titled personages whom the race had attracted thither.
Dickon broke his neck near Warrington Bridge, in an attempt to show off a foundered blood-mare which he wished to palm upon a Manchester merchant who had joined the insurgents. He pushed the animal at a five-barred gate; she fell in the leap, and the unfortunate jockey lost his life. Wilfred the fool, as sometimes befalls, had the best fortune of the family.
He bestrode a black charger of remarkable size and beauty; and seemed, by his stature and presence, to domineer over his companion, a small man with a hooked nose and an extremely emaciated face, who wore a plain habit of dark purple and rode a sorrel blood-mare of no especial points.
My charger, 'mid these hills, was of all steeds The fleetest, and in fiercest war's attack All saw him at the head of the platoon. What prodigies he wrought in war's red field! He showed himself ahead of all his peers. A blood-mare was his mother. He excelled In all the contests 'twixt the wandering camps; I tourneyed with him careless of my fate. When just a month had passed I lost the steed.
He wasn't that sort. He knew he had to have it. 'It was tit for tat: your blood-mare my old Robin. 'Tain't Christian, but 'tis sweet. Then as he saw it coming in a kind of scream 'Through the heart if you're a gentleman, sir.... So much I permitted him. You see he was brave." Kit's brow was dank. The man's calm terrified him. "The others gave little trouble.
She were drivin' a little blood-mare as she'd bought o' me one as I'd bred myself for I were more in 'osses than sheep in them days and Mrs. Abel were allus a lady as knowed a good 'oss when she see it. And there was Snarley Bob, in his Sunday clothes, sittin' on the seat behind. She'd got a little blue bonnet on, as suited her to a T, and were lookin' like a "
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