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was doing that she went along the road a bit, 

 and when she saw me coming she just kicked 

 up her heels and galloped.&quot; 



&quot;How did you stop her?&quot; I asked. 



&quot;I didn t. The Maxwells were coming 

 along with their team, and they headed her 

 back for me. Then they went on. Only by 

 that time, you see, she was a bit excited, and 

 when we came along back to those bars she 

 shot right past them, and never stopped till 

 she got here.&quot; 



I looked at her grazing quietly inside the 

 fence. &quot;She does n t look as though she had 

 done so much,&quot; and then, as I glanced at 

 Jonathan, I could not forbear saying, &quot;but 

 you do.&quot; 



&quot;I suppose I do.&quot; He gave his trousers a 

 last flick, and, putting up his handkerchief, 

 shifted his stick to his right hand. 



&quot;Well, put her back in the inner yard,&quot; I 

 said, &quot;and this afternoon I ll help you.&quot; 



&quot;Put her back!&quot; said Jonathan. &quot;Not 

 much ! You don t think I d let a cow beat me 

 that way!&quot; 



&quot;But Jonathan, it s half-past nine!&quot; 



&quot;What of it? I ll just work her slowly 



