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“
You
ain
’
t
.
”
“
Did
you
ever
know
a
horse
tell
a
lie
?
”
“
Never
before
.
But
you
’
ve
confessed
to
shamming
lame
.
”
“
Nothing
of
the
sort
.
It
was
necessary
I
should
grow
fat
,
and
necessary
that
good
Joseph
,
your
master
,
should
grow
lean
.
I
could
have
pretended
to
be
lame
,
but
that
no
horse
,
least
of
all
an
angel
-
horse
would
do
So
I
must
be
lame
,
and
so
I
sprained
my
ankle
—
for
the
angel
-
horses
have
ankles
—
they
don
’
t
talk
horse
-
slang
up
there
—
and
it
hurt
me
very
much
,
I
assure
you
,
Diamond
,
though
you
mayn
’
t
be
good
enough
to
be
able
to
believe
it
.
”
Old
Diamond
made
no
reply
.
He
had
lain
down
again
,
and
a
sleepy
snort
,
very
like
a
snore
,
revealed
that
,
if
he
was
not
already
asleep
,
he
was
past
understanding
a
word
that
Ruby
was
saying
.
When
young
Diamond
found
this
,
he
thought
he
might
venture
to
take
up
the
dropt
shuttlecock
of
the
conversation
.
“
I
’
m
good
enough
to
believe
it
,
Ruby
,
”
he
said
.
But
Ruby
never
turned
his
head
,
or
took
any
notice
of
him
.
I
suppose
he
did
not
understand
more
of
English
than
just
what
the
coachman
and
stableman
were
in
the
habit
of
addressing
him
with
.
Finding
,
however
,
that
his
companion
made
no
reply
,
he
shot
his
head
over
the
partition
and
looking
down
at
him
said
—
“
You
just
wait
till
to
-
morrow
,
and
you
’
ll
see
whether
I
’
m
speaking
the
truth
or
not
.
—
I
declare
the
old
horse
is
fast
asleep
!
—
Diamond
!
—
No
I
won
’
t
.
”
Ruby
turned
away
,
and
began
pulling
at
his
hayrack
in
silence
.
