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He
stopped
and
looked
round
at
the
facade
of
the
long
,
low
old
brown
house
.
’
Wragby
doesn
’
t
wink
an
eyelid
!
’
he
said
.
’
But
then
why
should
it
!
I
ride
upon
the
achievements
of
the
mind
of
man
,
and
that
beats
a
horse
.
’
’
I
suppose
it
does
.
And
the
souls
in
Plato
riding
up
to
heaven
in
a
two
-
horse
chariot
would
go
in
a
Ford
car
now
,
’
she
said
.
’
Or
a
Rolls
-
Royce
:
Plato
was
an
aristocrat
!
’
’
Quite
!
No
more
black
horse
to
thrash
and
maltreat
.
Plato
never
thought
we
’
d
go
one
better
than
his
black
steed
and
his
white
steed
,
and
have
no
steeds
at
all
,
only
an
engine
!
’
’
Only
an
engine
and
gas
!
’
said
Clifford
.
’
I
hope
I
can
have
some
repairs
done
to
the
old
place
next
year
.
I
think
I
shall
have
about
a
thousand
to
spare
for
that
:
but
work
costs
so
much
!
’
he
added
.
’
Oh
,
good
!
’
said
Connie
.
’
If
only
there
aren
’
t
more
strikes
!
’
’
What
would
be
the
use
of
their
striking
again
!
Merely
ruin
the
industry
,
what
’
s
left
of
it
:
and
surely
the
owls
are
beginning
to
see
it
!
’
’
Perhaps
they
don
’
t
mind
ruining
the
industry
,
’
said
Connie
.
