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Chapter 465
XXI My father used every day to ride out on horse-back. He had a splendid English mare, a chestnut piebald, with a long slender neck and long legs, an inexhaustible and vicious beast. Her name was Electric. No one could ride her except my father. One day he came up to me in a good humour, a frame of mind in which I had not seen him for a long while; he was getting ready for his ride, and had already put on his spurs. I began entreating him to take me with him. ‘We’d much better have a game of leap-frog,’ my father replied. ‘You’ll never keep up with me on your cob.’ ‘Yes, I will; I’ll put on spurs too.’ ‘All right, come along then.’ We set off. I had a shaggy black horse, strong, and fairly spirited. It is true it had to gallop its utmost, when Electric went at full trot, still I was
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