IN SEARCH OF A HORSE. 



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"Are they? What may be his age?" and oflf 

 my gentleman starts with a knowing look to examine 

 the mouth, pulling the bridle, and twisting the jaw 

 as if he would break it, to get a peep inside. The 



poor animal shrinks from such unwonted scrutiny, 

 and back starts the cockney in dismay. 



" Does he bite, Mr. Smith, eh?" 



" No more than you would. Sir." 



" I am afraid he wont suit me ; have you any 

 other to show me ? I want a quiet animal, for I am 

 not much used to riding." 



" I shall have a lot in next week, Sir; and," (in a 

 half whisper) "a full-grown jackass among them." 

 There ends the matter — Mr. Dimity walks off in a 

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