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With a sudden snatch, he carried the cart two yards into the roadway. The horses plunged and came to a stop. 'No, you don't! he said, menacing me with the whip. 'None o' that with me. 'None of what? said I. 'I asked you for a lift, but I have no idea of taking one by force. 'Well, I've got to take care of the cart and 'orses, I have, says he.
"Well, I never!" she cried. "The sly brute! Looked at me like a 'uman being, an' then tried to eat me, which I could never understand people preachin' about kindness to dumb animals, an' 'orses takin' a delight in runnin' over people in the street every day." "It's because they've got relations that makes 'em thankful animals are dumb," said Chook.
"We know," said Mr. Leopold, "that Bayleaf can get the mile; there must have been a lot of weight between them. Besides, I should think that the trial was at the three-quarters of the mile. The mile was so much kid." "I should say," replied Mr. Swindles, "that the 'orses were tried at twenty-one pounds, and if Silver Braid can beat Bayleaf at that weight, he'll take a deal of beating at Goodwood."
"An' they've promised me one thing," continued he as he shouldered his spade, "an' that is that they'll not bring up the little un to the same trade. She's to come an' live a-longer me when she's five years old, an' have some schoolin' an' be brought up decent. I don't want my gran-darter to go racin' round on 'orses an' suchlike."
'These seem to be fine horses, said I. The coachman made no answer. 'Nearly thoroughbred, I continued; the coachman drew his breath, with a kind of hissing sound, through his teeth. 'Come, young fellow, none of your chaff. Don't you think, because you ride on my mail, I'm going to talk to you about 'orses.
I think, my Lord Duke, that any one you may ask will tell you that I know what running is. Well; I can assure you, your Grace, that is, that since I've seen 'orses I've never seen a 'orse fitter than him. When he got his canter that morning, it was nearly even betting. Not that I or Silverbridge were fools enough to put on anything at that rate. But I never saw a 'orse so bad ridden.
"But arter all, Peter, bulls pass away, an' lions, an' cart 'orses lose their teeth, an' gets wore out, for 'all flesh is grass' but iron's iron, bean't it, Peter rusts it do, but 'tis iron all the same, an' lasts a man out even such a 'earty chap as I were?" "Sometimes," said I, without looking up.
'There ain't no sort of orse that I ain't bred, and no sort of dorg. Orses and dorgs is some men's fancy. They're wittles and drink to me lodging, wife, and children reading, writing, and Arithmetic snuff, tobacker, and sleep. 'That ain't a sort of man to see sitting behind a coach-box, is it though? said William in my ear, as he handled the reins.
"I can't understand," said Glomax, "how any man can be considered a good fellow as a country gentleman who does not care for sport. Just look at it all round. Suppose others were like him what would become of us all?" "Yes indeed, what would become of us?" asked the two Botseys in a breath. "Ho'd 'ire our 'orses, Runciman?" suggested Harry Stubbings with a laugh.
"'E's what you might call Gavel's right 'and man an' 'e's 'andy with 'is right, too, when 'e's put out. If 'e should 'ear I'm advisin' for yer good, mind if 'e should 'ear as five 'orses was 'ung up on the wharf 'ere through S. 'Olly an' Son's neglect, you may look out for ructions. An' that's all I promise."
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