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And
he
hugged
the
horse
again
,
and
kissed
both
his
big
hairy
cheeks
.
He
could
only
manage
one
at
a
time
,
however
—
the
other
cheek
was
so
far
off
on
the
other
side
of
his
big
head
.
His
father
mounted
the
box
with
just
the
same
air
,
as
Diamond
thought
,
with
which
he
had
used
to
get
upon
the
coach
-
box
,
and
Diamond
said
to
himself
,
“
Father
’
s
as
grand
as
ever
anyhow
.
”
He
had
kept
his
brown
livery
-
coat
,
only
his
wife
had
taken
the
silver
buttons
off
and
put
brass
ones
instead
,
because
they
did
not
think
it
polite
to
Mr
.
Coleman
in
his
fallen
fortunes
to
let
his
crest
be
seen
upon
the
box
of
a
cab
.
Old
Diamond
had
kept
just
his
collar
;
and
that
had
the
silver
crest
upon
it
still
,
for
his
master
thought
nobody
would
notice
that
,
and
so
let
it
remain
for
a
memorial
of
the
better
days
of
which
it
reminded
him
—
not
unpleasantly
,
seeing
it
had
been
by
no
fault
either
of
his
or
of
the
old
horse
’
s
that
they
had
come
down
in
the
world
together
.
“
Oh
,
father
,
do
let
me
drive
a
bit
,
”
said
Diamond
,
jumping
up
on
the
box
beside
him
.
His
father
changed
places
with
him
at
once
,
putting
the
reins
into
his
hands
.
Diamond
gathered
them
up
eagerly
.
“
Don
’
t
pull
at
his
mouth
,
”
said
his
father
,
“
just
feel
,
at
it
gently
to
let
him
know
you
’
re
there
and
attending
to
him
.
That
’
s
what
I
call
talking
to
him
through
the
reins
.
”
“
Yes
,
father
,
I
understand
,
”
said
Diamond
.
Then
to
the
horse
he
said
,
“
Go
on
Diamond
.
”
And
old
Diamond
’
s
ponderous
bulk
began
at
once
to
move
to
the
voice
of
the
little
boy
.
But
before
they
had
reached
the
entrance
of
the
mews
,
another
voice
called
after
young
Diamond
,
which
,
in
his
turn
,
he
had
to
obey
,
for
it
was
that
of
his
mother
.
“
Diamond
!
Diamond
!
”
it
cried
;
and
Diamond
pulled
the
reins
,
and
the
horse
stood
still
as
a
stone
.
“
Husband
,
”
said
his
mother
,
coming
up
,
“
you
’
re
never
going
to
trust
him
with
the
reins
—
a
baby
like
that
?
”
“
He
must
learn
some
day
,
and
he
can
’
t
begin
too
soon
.
I
see
already
he
’
s
a
born
coachman
,
”
said
his
father
proudly
.
“
And
I
don
’
t
see
well
how
he
could
escape
it
,
for
my
father
and
my
grandfather
,
that
’
s
his
great
-
grandfather
,
was
all
coachmen
,
I
’
m
told
;
so
it
must
come
natural
to
him
,
any
one
would
think
.
