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I gave him three and twenty pounds, a strong violin case with patent hinges, lined with superfine green baize, and an uncut copy of Middleton's Cicero, for an 'oss that the blacksmith really declared wasn't worth shoeing. Howsomever, I paid him off, for I christened the 'oss Barabbas who, you knows, was a robber and the seller has gone by the name of Barabbas ever since."
Seein' as 'ow this cove, though a murderer in intent, ain't a murderer in fact, yet you must ex-cuse me if I with'old 'is name. And here's Eltham Village an' yonder's the 'Man o' Kent' a good 'ouse v'ere I'm known, so if you'll 'old the 'oss, sir, I'll get down and ax a question or so." And I, sitting outside this sleepy hostelry in this quiet village street, thought no more of Mr.
Presinkly, up comes Half, an 'is 'oss hall of a lather. 'Take yer dem mongreals, ses Muster Magomery; 'an' don' hoversleep y'self agin. Think Half war goin' ter flog 'is hanimals thirty mile back? Not 'im" "It would hardly be right," I agreed. "Well, I must be jogging" "Not 'im," pursued Jack.
The Baron then turned up his wrists, and making a curious noise in his throat, proceeded to pass his hand down each leg, and along its back, after which he gave it a thump in the belly and squeezed its throat, when, being as wise as he was at starting, he stuck his thumb in his side, and took a mental survey of the whole. "Ah," said he at length "foin 'oss, foin 'oss; vot ears he has?"
I'LL give your 'oss a hairing arter them 'ounds; and you vy, you may ride back my pony to Tuggeridgeweal!" And with this, I'm blest if he didn't ride away, leaving me holding, as for the dear life, and expecting every minute the branch would break.
I suppose you were in the army?" Of course Pottinger was flattered, and answered in the negative very reluctantly. "Not but what Mr. Stafford, miss, isn't as particular as any army gent could be. I should be sorry to turn out a badly groomed 'oss for Mr. Stafford's eyes to rest on, miss. He's as kind-hearted a master as a man could desire to have, but that's about the one thing Mr.
My 'oss is knocked up, 'e is, and 'is blessed old legs is agivin' way under 'im!" "Go on! go on!" answered the detective, impatiently; "I'll pay you well." The cabman's spirits were raised by this, and by dint of coaxing and a liberal use of the whip, he managed to get his jaded horse up to a pretty good pace.
"A man what's attended a Duke's 'osses ever since he was a shaver, to be put aside for that workhus blackguard! A 'oss had a cold it's Rake what's to cure him. A 'oss is entered for a race it's Rake what's to order his morning gallops, and his go-downs o' water.
"And supposing I've been there ten or twelve times, what is there in that?" said Aby. Mr. Somers still held the horse's head, and stood a moment considering. "I'll thank you to let go my 'oss," said Aby, raising his whip and shaking the reins. "What do you say your name is?" asked Mr. Somers. "I didn't say my name was anything yet. I hain't ashamed of it, however, nor hasn't hany cause to be.
'I believe that oss, with a bold rider on his back, and well away with the 'ounds, would beat most osses goin', but it's the start that's the difficulty with him; for if, on the other 'and, he don't incline to go, all the spurrin', and quiltin', and leatherin' in the world won't make 'im. It'll be a mercy o' Providence if he don't cut out work for the crowner some day.
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