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“
Ain
’
t
you
afraid
I
’
ll
kick
,
if
you
go
on
like
that
,
Diamond
?
”
“
Kick
!
You
couldn
’
t
kick
if
you
tried
.
You
might
heave
your
rump
up
half
a
foot
,
but
for
lashing
out
—
oho
!
If
you
did
,
you
’
d
be
down
on
your
belly
before
you
could
get
your
legs
under
you
again
.
It
’
s
my
belief
,
once
out
,
they
’
d
stick
out
for
ever
.
Talk
of
kicking
!
Why
don
’
t
you
put
one
foot
before
the
other
now
and
then
when
you
’
re
in
the
cab
?
The
abuse
master
gets
for
your
sake
is
quite
shameful
.
No
decent
horse
would
bring
it
on
him
.
Depend
upon
it
,
Ruby
,
no
cabman
likes
to
be
abused
any
more
than
his
fare
.
But
his
fares
,
at
least
when
you
are
between
the
shafts
,
are
very
much
to
be
excused
.
Indeed
they
are
.
”
“
Well
,
you
see
,
Diamond
,
I
don
’
t
want
to
go
lame
again
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
believe
you
were
so
very
lame
after
all
—
there
!
”
“
Oh
,
but
I
was
.
”
“
Then
I
believe
it
was
all
your
own
fault
.
I
’
m
not
lame
.
I
never
was
lame
in
all
my
life
.
You
don
’
t
take
care
of
your
legs
.
You
never
lay
them
down
at
night
.
There
you
are
with
your
huge
carcass
crushing
down
your
poor
legs
all
night
long
.
You
don
’
t
even
care
for
your
own
legs
—
so
long
as
you
can
eat
,
eat
,
and
sleep
,
sleep
.
You
a
horse
indeed
!
”
“
But
I
tell
you
I
was
lame
.
”
“
I
’
m
not
denying
there
was
a
puffy
look
about
your
off
-
pastern
.
But
my
belief
is
,
it
wasn
’
t
even
grease
—
it
was
fat
.
”
“
I
tell
you
I
put
my
foot
on
one
of
those
horrid
stones
they
make
the
roads
with
,
and
it
gave
my
ankle
such
a
twist
.
”
