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“
You
conceited
,
good
-
for
-
nothing
brute
!
You
’
re
only
fit
for
the
knacker
’
s
yard
.
You
wanted
to
look
handsome
,
did
you
?
Hold
your
tongue
,
or
I
’
ll
break
my
halter
and
be
at
you
—
with
your
handsome
fat
!
”
“
Never
mind
,
Diamond
.
You
’
re
a
good
horse
.
You
can
’
t
hurt
me
.
”
“
Can
’
t
hurt
you
!
Just
let
me
once
try
.
”
“
No
,
you
can
’
t
.
”
“
Why
then
?
”
“
Because
I
’
m
an
angel
.
”
“
What
’
s
that
?
”
“
Of
course
you
don
’
t
know
.
”
“
Indeed
I
don
’
t
.
”
“
I
know
you
don
’
t
.
An
ignorant
,
rude
old
human
horse
,
like
you
,
couldn
’
t
know
it
.
But
there
’
s
young
Diamond
listening
to
all
we
’
re
saying
;
and
he
knows
well
enough
there
are
horses
in
heaven
for
angels
to
ride
upon
,
as
well
as
other
animals
,
lions
and
eagles
and
bulls
,
in
more
important
situations
.
The
horses
the
angels
ride
,
must
be
angel
-
horses
,
else
the
angels
couldn
’
t
ride
upon
them
.
Well
,
I
’
m
one
of
them
.
”
