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a warm reception in this world, for she would have 

 been put out on a hot shovel for the fairies to take 

 back. She was a changehng, and she looked it as 

 she sat in the bath-chair, " all eyes like an owl," 

 whilst Mrs DriscoU put the boa round her throat. 



" Now keep the boa round you, Miss Effie," 

 said Mrs DriscoU, " and don't be gettin' on the 

 chffs, Moriarty, but keep in the shelter of the trees 

 and go aisy with her. Be sure, whatever you do, 

 to keep clear of them cliffs." 



Moriarty hit the donkey a blow on the ribs with 

 his blackthorn stick, just as a drummer strikes a 

 drum, with somewhat of the same result as to 

 sound, and the vehicle started. 



Mr French had trained a good many winners, 

 and Moriarty was Mr French's factotum in stable 

 matters ; what Moriarty did not know about horses 

 would be scarcely worth mentioning. 



Very few men know the true inwardness of a 

 horse — what he can do under these circumstances 

 and under these, his spirit, his reserve force, his 

 genius. 



A horse is much more than an animal on four 

 legs. Legs are the least things that win a race, 

 though essential enough no doubt. It is the soul 

 and spirit of the beast that brings the winner along 

 the last length of the Rowley Mile, that strews the 

 field behind at Tattenham Corner, that, with one 

 supreme effort, gains victory at the winning-post 

 by a neck. 



It is this intuitive knowledge of the psychology 



