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“
Then
just
put
your
hand
here
,
”
said
he
,
passing
his
hand
over
my
neck
and
shoulder
;
“
he
is
as
warm
and
damp
as
a
horse
just
come
up
from
grass
.
I
advise
you
to
look
into
your
stable
a
little
more
.
I
hate
to
be
suspicious
,
and
,
thank
heaven
,
I
have
no
cause
to
be
,
for
I
can
trust
my
men
,
present
or
absent
;
but
there
are
mean
scoundrels
,
wicked
enough
to
rob
a
dumb
beast
of
his
food
.
You
must
look
into
it
.
”
And
turning
to
his
man
,
who
had
come
to
take
me
,
“
Give
this
horse
a
right
good
feed
of
bruised
oats
,
and
don
’
t
stint
him
.
”
“
Dumb
beasts
!
”
Yes
,
we
are
;
but
if
I
could
have
spoken
I
could
have
told
my
master
where
his
oats
went
to
My
groom
used
to
come
every
morning
about
six
o
’
clock
,
and
with
him
a
little
boy
,
who
always
had
a
covered
basket
with
him
.
He
used
to
go
with
his
father
into
the
harness
-
room
,
where
the
corn
was
kept
,
and
I
could
see
them
,
when
the
door
stood
ajar
,
fill
a
little
bag
with
oats
out
of
the
bin
,
and
then
he
used
to
be
off
.
Five
or
six
mornings
after
this
,
just
as
the
boy
had
left
the
stable
,
the
door
was
pushed
open
,
and
a
policeman
walked
in
,
holding
the
child
tight
by
the
arm
;
another
policeman
followed
,
and
locked
the
door
on
the
inside
,
saying
,
“
Show
me
the
place
where
your
father
keeps
his
rabbits
’
food
.
”
The
boy
looked
very
frightened
and
began
to
cry
;
but
there
was
no
escape
,
and
he
led
the
way
to
the
corn
-
bin
.
Here
the
policeman
found
another
empty
bag
like
that
which
was
found
full
of
oats
in
the
boy
’
s
basket
.
Filcher
was
cleaning
my
feet
at
the
time
,
but
they
soon
saw
him
,
and
though
he
blustered
a
good
deal
they
walked
him
off
to
the
“
lock
-
up
”
,
and
his
boy
with
him
.
I
heard
afterward
that
the
boy
was
not
held
to
be
guilty
,
but
the
man
was
sentenced
to
prison
for
two
months
.
My
master
was
not
immediately
suited
,
but
in
a
few
days
my
new
groom
came
.
He
was
a
tall
,
good
-
looking
fellow
enough
;
but
if
ever
there
was
a
humbug
in
the
shape
of
a
groom
Alfred
Smirk
was
the
man
.
He
was
very
civil
to
me
,
and
never
used
me
ill
;
in
fact
,
he
did
a
great
deal
of
stroking
and
patting
when
his
master
was
there
to
see
it
.
He
always
brushed
my
mane
and
tail
with
water
and
my
hoofs
with
oil
before
he
brought
me
to
the
door
,
to
make
me
look
smart
;
but
as
to
cleaning
my
feet
or
looking
to
my
shoes
,
or
grooming
me
thoroughly
,
he
thought
no
more
of
that
than
if
I
had
been
a
cow
.
He
left
my
bit
rusty
,
my
saddle
damp
,
and
my
crupper
stiff
.
Alfred
Smirk
considered
himself
very
handsome
;
he
spent
a
great
deal
of
time
about
his
hair
,
whiskers
and
necktie
,
before
a
little
looking
-
glass
in
the
harness
-
room
.
When
his
master
was
speaking
to
him
it
was
always
,
“
Yes
,
sir
;
yes
,
sir
”
—
touching
his
hat
at
every
word
;
and
every
one
thought
he
was
a
very
nice
young
man
and
that
Mr
.
Barry
was
very
fortunate
to
meet
with
him
.
I
should
say
he
was
the
laziest
,
most
conceited
fellow
I
ever
came
near
.
Of
course
,
it
was
a
great
thing
not
to
be
ill
-
used
,
but
then
a
horse
wants
more
than
that
.
I
had
a
loose
box
,
and
might
have
been
very
comfortable
if
he
had
not
been
too
indolent
to
clean
it
out
.
He
never
took
all
the
straw
away
,
and
the
smell
from
what
lay
underneath
was
very
bad
;
while
the
strong
vapors
that
rose
made
my
eyes
smart
and
inflame
,
and
I
did
not
feel
the
same
appetite
for
my
food
.
One
day
his
master
came
in
and
said
,
“
Alfred
,
the
stable
smells
rather
strong
;
should
not
you
give
that
stall
a
good
scrub
and
throw
down
plenty
of
water
?
”
“
Well
,
sir
,
”
he
said
,
touching
his
cap
,
“
I
’
ll
do
so
if
you
please
,
sir
;
but
it
is
rather
dangerous
,
sir
,
throwing
down
water
in
a
horse
’
s
box
;
they
are
very
apt
to
take
cold
,
sir
.
I
should
not
like
to
do
him
an
injury
,
but
I
’
ll
do
it
if
you
please
,
sir
.
”
